jamesstfu - red room lyrics
[intro]
(mike mike)
(james shut the f+ck up!)
[verse 1: 80cry]
yeah, didn’t mean to hurt you
personally, i know i’m the worst for you
can’t let you go but i can’t see you with no other dude
no competition, get that pack, and i’m so comfortable!
yeah!
we get high, get fly
no you can’t come by
yeah, tell that lil hoe bye
know i’m on your mind
i call yo flight, i might come by
she wanna meet like
i’m in the murda wit co and we f+ck in on dimes
i know these n+ggas gone lie
i say “my still is a problem, it’s just for the lies”
f+ck around, gang we get live
i say these n+ggas be wylin so i wouldn’t еven try
no, i’m not wasting no time
most of thesе n+ggas be talking, ain’t tell if he lyin
[verse 2: cosantana]
i see these n+ggas be telling these lies
i put a mask on for disguise
he tried to run down, then he died
n+gga we pop out, we don’t hide
i had to tell my momma that i love her
yo b+tch just let me in and then i f+cked her
no i ain’t switching never on my brudda
hop out wit a drac or a cutter
oh, b+tches know, that i’m up, right now
we hit ‘em up, bomb down, n+gga you outta luck
she off percocet, she told me she stuck
i just turn around cause i don’t give a f+ck
i just turn around and i ran up that bag n+gga
and my momma told me i’m a bad n+gga
i’m wit my white friends said it’s rad n+gga
neighbors hate it but we smoking dope
said i’m cool, i’m f+cking ya hoe
don’t get hurt boy that’s just how it go
n+ggas my sons, they stealing my flow
trust me i see it lil n+gga, i notice
told her i just gotta focus
you can’t get a hug b+tch don’t get no kiss!
[verse 3: 80cry & cosantana]
yeah, lil model b+tch, i’m in her throat
they like “co n+gga, you the goat!”
he looking for his b+tch like “where she go?”
he talking down bullets make him float
yeah and i try all these rap n+ggas like some hoes
me and james in the bnb smoking on dope
and he flexing them racks then we on that go
where yo money at? you don’t even know!
and neiman or saks when i need a coat
and i ball like a l!ck, n+gga, he a joke
and that coupe way too fast, n+gga, it’s no joke
and i think it’s some bad b+tches at the door!
arp came wit a scope
he wanna answer, won’t get him a roll
i got some b+tches waiting in the row
never been p+ssy n+gga we on go
yo music ass n+gga, i been leaving b+tches in the past n+gga
need to put yo music in the trash n+gga
you be too busy worried bout hoes
i’m too busy worried bout a bag n+gga
i’m too busy worried bout these commas
i got b+tches that came from bahamas
i be f+cking yo b+tch in pajamas
she like you a young n+gga, i just told the b+tch, that i’m grown
no it ain’t sh+t to get that boy gone
i don’t wanna hurt, just leave me alone
blowing on gas, smoking on strong
(outro: 80cry)
we get high, get fly
tell that lil hoe bye
know i’m on yo mind
call that flight, i might come by
b+tch i know i’m on yo mind
b+tch i know i’m on yo mind
we get high, get fly
know i’m on yo mind
won’t even call that flight
i might just come by
yeah
tell that b+tch i might come by
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