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jon lemon - red shark lyrics

how you hate on ya homies that doin better then you
get ya cheddar up if you lucky then i won’t send em for you
i got some venom turn eddie brock onto any block
i got some fenty i serve to my ops
nervous chop
f-cking up my chakras bodies lined out in chalk i milly rock to the cops come
do the dash in the datsun
really ain’t no block boy more like wayne wit the hot boyz
100 bars and running ain’t running from no more cops boys

homie hit me wit a dose now i’m balanching on ropes
tryna float i won’t f-ckin fall for it
salt shaker full of c-ke thought this sh-t was a joke eat the blotter with the red shark on it

big bang let my d-ck sw-ng homie
pinky rang on yo b-tch doing big thangs homie
heat seaking missle sink ya ship like quicksand homie
ain’t been one to boast i always been really shy
i went to the coast but never been one to fly
you can quote what i wrote i neva been one to lie
only one alive pourin wine in my five alive
homie hit me wit a dose i feel like i died nine times
woah
everybody know that i’m on fence wit all y’all
playing volleyball with ya nonsense
appalled that i pull up with the spalding smash it the gl-ss falling
n-body know where they last saw him
i’m on it

homie hit me wit a dose now i’m balanching on ropes
tryna float i won’t f-ckin fall for it
salt shaker full of c-ke thought this sh-t was a joke eat the blotter with the red shark on it

b-tch it ain’t anything i’m sippin on hennessy
till my liver burnt out got my whole life ahead of me
never mind what u said bet u never forgettin me never lie in da bed when i’m off of da sedatives
i’m never right when i said it i was wrong n i get it
don’t regret it tho i don’t give a f-ck about a petty hoe
every hoe that ever hit my line gon get dem xs tho
text message won’t send no more need to let it go
let em blow in the wind like the sail to my boat
i’m just tryna stay afloat
wit my shawty
imma roll wit my shawty
till we both in the coffin
laughing to the f-ckin bank then we roll to the auction
buy it all out
gold whips n chains the b-lls out
fold chips don’t win you buy out

- jon lemon lyrics

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