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c7 (us) - red light lyrics

[intro]
get other one, there it is!
take it off
my man
beat him with the shoe
my man
b+tch i’m f+cked up

c7 sh+t
cosmo, ‘shea
hey, ayy, ayy

[hook]
b+tch, i’m f+cked up
i might pop molly on sight
i go nuts, yuh, when i pour that syrup in my sprite
we get f+cked up, we get f+cked up
got yo’ b+tch on me like, uh yuh
b+tch, i’m f+cked up, ayy
b+tch, i’m f+cked up
i might pop molly on sight
i go nuts, yuh, when i pour that syrup in my sprite
we get f+cked up, we get f+cked up
got yo’ b+tch on me like, uh yuh
b+tch, i’m f+cked up, ayy, ayy
[verse 1]
i’m gon’ up inside the club
down a bottle just to pick me up
henny bottle got mе feelin’ stuck
ask the bartender to fill mе up
b+tch, i’ve been feelin’ ya, ‘bouta start drillin’ her
she say i’m fillin’ her, ‘bouta start k!llin’ her
i be the bad guy, i be the villain, yeah
i beat it up, i be the realer one
b+tch, i’m the realest inside of the party
they goin’ stupid, i’m goin’ r+t+rded
look where we came and look where we started
we on the map, c7 the target
i be all business ain’t playin no games
they ask about it, ain’t sayin no names
i stayed the same and no i won’t change
had to move on, i can’t f+ck with you lames

[hook]
b+tch, i’m f+cked up
i might pop molly on sight
i go nuts, yuh, when i pour that syrup in my sprite
we get f+cked up, we get f+cked up
got yo’ b+tch on me like, uh yuh
b+tch, i’m f+cked up, ayy
[verse 2: brian o’shea]
okay
jumpin’ out the gate, i’m feelin’ it
bodies on the floor, no witnesses
yeah, i beat a motherf+cker
then i leave the motherf+cker
when i see a motherf+cker, i’ll k!ll a b+tch
ain’t wastin’ no time on no dyk+ hoe
might pop pill in my sprite doe
big dog and i might bite though
cover motherf+cker like geico, iso! (yerrr)
this the f+ckin’ murder anthem for kids who ain’t k!llin’ sh+t but they k!llin’ sh+t
whippin’, one hand, mitsubishi
pull off from the dealership like they stealin’ it
pop a pill in it, now they feelin’ it
b+tch i’m out my mind, jedi, like this is the way
i’m hare, you the tortoise so pick up the pace
b+tches like bunny, hop on my face

[hook]
b+tch, i’m f+cked up
i might pop molly on sight
i go nuts, yuh, when i pour that syrup in my sprite
we get f+cked up, we get f+cked up
got yo’ b+tch on me like, uh yuh (it’s c7 motherf+cker)
b+tch, i’m f+cked up, ayy, ayy

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