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letra de cgs way 2 - red light.lil red.

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rich-cgs gãng and we break my the law b-tch is so fine and she don’t gotta flaw
hit from the back while my d-ck is on raw ice is so cold and it never gone thaw
i’m in the trap b-tch call me jigsaw get on my nerves b-tch that’s the last straw
my d-ck is so wet it feel like a spa she suck on my d-ck then i bust on her jaw

red-pull up on your block it’s a f-cking drive by
p-ssy boy talking but don’t want to slide by
strictly only gang and you ain’t getting the wifi
trying to throw hands but your -ss go by by

rich-suck on my d-ck while i’m hitting my juul don’t f-ck wit the gang that’s the number one rule i f-ck on your b-tch and i’m making her drool she hitting me up while i’m learning in school

double-p-ssy just look like an elephant you is irrelevant stay out my element ain’t got no gucci b-tch i’m just sellin it all of you p-ssies is fake you just yell in it(what gang!)

rich-f-ck wit the gang i put you in the dirt i f-ck on your ex leave a stain on her shirt
your mom in here to and i’m making her squirt
your sis on my d-ck and she trying to twerk

red-you can not hang if you not a day one
ain’t trying to throw hands so i️ just use a gun
my diomonds gone shine you can call them the sun
when we pull up all y’all p-ssy b-tchs gone run

rich-ice on my neck and the gold on my wrist my ice is so wet that it looked like i p-ssed i see your b-tch pick that’s the hoe that i kissed yours mans always talking he the p-ssy i dissed (p-ssy boy)

red-more bands than you now you gonna get sad
p-ssy boy wanna hate cause he ain’t got what i️ have
drop a rack on a bag
you lames all a f-g
b-tchs trying to play tag
so i️ empty the mag(blappapa)

rich-shut the f-ck up boy you better step back
it’s cgs b-tch get ready for attack i’m sipping on lean wile counting up a rack b-tchs get wet when i hop on the track

double-i got racks in the bank
and i got no complaints
what you know about me
b-tch i get the best brain
while u smoking on dank
i’m sipping this drank
and i’m f-cking your b-tch imma bust on her face (on her face)

rich-3 stripe gang and we rocking adidas the hoes on there phones and they trying to meet us
a b-tch on her knees and she calling me jesus
i leave you in pieces i’m calling you reeses

red-b-tch it’s the gãng and we ain’t a lame
cgs printed all over my chain
the ice on my neck it be dripping like rain
to much b-tchs on my d-ck that i️ can not explain(i can not explain it)

rich-stealing the whip and you know that i’m revin
b-tch i’m so high that i’m going to heaven i’m sipping on po at 7-11
cgs b-tch watch where you stepping…

- red light lil red

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