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danny brown - red 2 go lyrics

(verse 1)
codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey
i’m sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venerial
and never in my stereo, might spray your -ss with vinegar
the next time that i see ya bro
bet yo -ss still won’t be tight
the size of my d-ck n-gg-, every p-ssy tight
i write all night til the sun comes up
dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts
cobra clutch the game, put that b-tch into submission
yo b-tch want the stick shift, no transmission
dawg, im on a mission, you’re playing exhibition
on an expedition, poppin x but never trippin
chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my d-ck in
red head ho, like a young kathy griffin
smoked too many blunts, i can hear my lungs whistlin
still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken
rap martin lawrence, all you other rappers boring
bruiser make 2 live crew look like some mormons
n-gg- my essay is hard like a life do an essay
gang banging all of y’all with a home made machete
the nicest c-ssette tapes, stay smokin heavy
popped a couple pills, eye’s glowing like belly
used to stash the cracks in the seams of my pelle
detroit n-gg-, but i’m smokin on la

(hook)
and is anybody nervous?
i’m red to go, said i’m red to go
i said is anybody worried?
i’m red to go, i said i’m red to go
is anybody scared?
i’m red to go, i said i’m red to go
well i used to be afraid
i’m red to go, said i’m red to go

(verse 2)
don’t know where i came from but know where i’m goin’
tears in my eyes cause i’m smokin’ on an onion
aroma on the etra scary than mcnary
off of moon rocks in barcelona poppin’ cherries
bl-wj-bs from model twins
doin’ drugs with accolades
so many lines thought this sh-t was bush garden
party startin’ monster with the hair like blanka
hotel room like a hair metal concert
this blonde made the d-ck do the spring on her ganja
you disrespect i hit you with the shlong foot ten tonka
remember n-gg- used to eat sh-t that didn’t match
like cornbeef hash and some f-ckin’ apple jacks
used to bag up the packs at, call me every night
baloney all night, with no peanut b-tter, couldn’t waste it on the mic
so i waste every night, everything came with rice
and i knew i wouldn’t write
so i got my -ss up, f-ck dependin’ on luck
greyhound to ny bout 300 bucks
kept my hopes up but my confidence was low
now my self-esteem is astral
lookin’ at this cash flow

(x2)
did it my way, i ain’t n-body ho
i’m bout to pimp the rap game
b-tch i’m red to go

- danny brown lyrics

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