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letra de red rum - soulja boy tell 'em

[verse]
these n-gg-s be p-ssy
i’m smoking on cookie
pull down your block with that chopper
i got a hundred fifty shooters and they with me
flour the fish and i’m whippin’ up with it
p-ssy n-gg-s say they want me, tell them to come get me
don’t count up money, i literally get it
i skrrt through the city, extended the glizzy
that 30, that automatic, backwards semi
ooh, stacks on deck, murder
this right here red rum, i called this sh-t murder
who him cause i ain’t never heard of him
hop in a orange mclaren, watch you drako skrrt
[?] and bullets, i’m feeling like percy
hop out the whip, i’m doing them dirty
pull up and shoot, like kyrie iriving
i don’t give a f-ck about the cash
i see your bank account, and i laugh
add it up, p-ssy n-gg- do the math
hundred k for a show, god d-mn
i’m getting money for real
i was rich way before the deal
pop a n-gg- like a pill
young drako, n-gg- i’m worth 30 mil
it’s zone 1 [?], my n-gg- we having it
they tried to hit me with the rico in traffic, and
young drako drip, i don’t dress off a mannequin
shoot with the draco, it came from afghanistan
your b-tch, she suck on my d-ck, she my biggest fan
i got fishes, see the pack in the muf-ckin’ minivan
put that stick on your partner then we k!llin’ him
young drako numb to this f-ck sh-t, n-gg- i feelin’ him
young drako gettin’ cash, money, and dividends
rich gang, young n-gg-, i been the man
pyrex pot whip my 360 like [?]
[?] in my mansion, need a helicopter man
slide back on your block with that chopper
yeah i’m sippin’ on lean like i came from the doctor man
my chopper start singin’ like it’s in a oprah man
my diamonds be wetter than muf-ckin’ aquaman
pull up on the block with a draco, it choppin’ him
drako not a door, so n-gg- stop knockin’ him
reach for my chain then you know that i’m poppin’ him
i jump in the mclaren, ain’t a thing stoppin’ him
walk in that trap house, them bricks, i’m coppin’ them
come to the soulja mansion and go take a swim
i remember dill avenue, gettin’ it in
ran from police with tonio, my best friend
extended glizzy, 30, and a fnn
hit him with draco, he won’t see again
jump in bugatti, i’m gone in the wind
cop me a rollie and whip up my b-tch a new benz
she don’t let me hit, then i’m f-ckin’ her friends
i’m pouring up juice and i’m pouring out gin
diss me in a song, but he won’t do that again
up on they block, 360, watch me spin

- soulja boy tell em

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