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22gfay - red lights lyrics

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(will you be there?)
i’m still out here on them late nights
and i ain’t stopping at no red lights

(oh this n+igga marvin made this sh+t?)

(chorus)
i been out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool dippin in and out of traffic

i ain’t stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone baby when you coming home im just tryna get my cake right, and can’t let em take my soul, whodoe said i’m finna blow i’m getting blinded by the stage+lights
poppin percs can’t stay sober, pour 4s it make me roll over
bankroll, bounce out w that toaster, i cried when i seen yo headstone, but it just made me go harder, ran up 13 james harden
was benched now i’m startin, these 2 10s got me nauseous, these 2 10s got me nauseous
now watch yo dogs cuz they might bite they hand that feed em, n watch these b+tches, they gon f+ck just for the s+m+n
watch yo tone and way you speakin, i been ridin wit some demons
put a dub up on his dome n he won’t make it to the weekend (he won’t make it, nah)

would you be there

(chorus)
i’m still out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool dippin in and out of traffic

i ain’t stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone baby when you coming home
i’m just tryna get my cake right, and can’t let em take my soul, whodoe said i’m finna blow
i’m getting blinded by the stage+lights

(mcm raymond verse)
big blower, still troopin heavy on them late nights, low profile, makein moves will get ya cake right, mr bout a bag and do the dash when it’s a green light

being snaked once by yo woadie make you think twice
if you was in my shoes, then youd prolyl lose yo mind
fighting cases he got caught up w a nine, i ain’t finna let these n+ggas take mine

winner, head spinner, bread winner, take time
he ain’t real, ask him do a drill n he prolly fold
that’s my a b+tch say slat she gon wipe her nose
she be boujee with you but w me she a groupie hoe
mcm one of the hottest, let the truth be told
(chorus) x2
i been out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool dippin in and out of traffic
i ain’t stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone baby when you coming home? i’m just tryna get my cake right, and can’t let em take my soul, whodoe said i’m finna blow i’m getting blinded by the stage+lights



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