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crimsons red - lights out, pt. 4 lyrics

[intro]
“n+gga where the f+ck is you at?”
“i’ve been calling you all godd+mn day.”
“n+gga said he was gon’ call me back.”
warner
“post+traumatic.”
“yo.”
“listen, darling.”
“ay, hold on, uhm.”

[verse]
all you n+ggas want smoke? i got static, huh
christian dior on my shirt when i fly to la, then orlando, then [?], huh
when it’s me on the beat, know that i’m wreaking my havoc, uh
swear a n+gga ain’t have sh+t, now i’m mad rich
in the crib with a bad b+tch, she a side chick, with a side n+gga
guess that’s life when your life’s bigger
the price is right, i might write wit’ ya’, not right for ya’, cause i write hitters
don’t want ’em all stealing my red
red dotty, boy i’m on your head
they got me rapping all different
to show you i’m better cause i was born the best, uh

[chorus]
blowing smoke on the roadway
lights out, go figure
nice house, where the roads bigger
better watch out, they gon’ roll wit’ you
can’t trust no n+ggas
pop the task, or we pull the trigger
bigger bag, i’mma touch a figure
close b+tch, gold digger
blowing smoke on the roadway
lights out, go figure
nice house, where the roads bigger
better watch out, they gon’ roll wit’ you
can’t trust no n+ggas
pop the task, or we pull the trigger
bigger bag, i’mma touch a figure
close b+tch, gold digger

- crimsons red lyrics

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