juvenile - red sox lyrics
[verse 1: juvenile]
i take it, you n-gg-s think i’m a fake
it’s all in your face, i can see ya hate
i ain’t doing good, i’m doing great
we been living in the ghetto to estates
you a p-ssy n-gg-, you ain’t gon’ relate
but these b-tches gon’ do what a n-gg- say
i start with a and then end with a k
i’m home these b-tches get in the way
man, i hunt a n-gg- down with the choppa
circle round this whole town like a helicopter
down for whatever, c-ke, pounds or whatever
i was raised in a broken house, i know no better
n-gg- put in the bag, boy you a f-g
i knew my mamma very well, i ain’t know my dad
camouflage rags up in the air
got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
bust a n-gg- in the club, he need obamacare
i bet i put you in the grave before your mama there
peeling off in the rover ya’ll saw me
got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
lil’ n-gg- with a trunk full of narcotic
i got every pill except an antibiotic
”s” on my chest got me feeling bionic
you can roll a n-gg- in paper, i’m chronic
[hook: young thug]
h-o-t boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
h-o-t boy, n-gg- catch ’em hy!-beats
i ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
ok now throw up what you banging
if you in the hood, you need to be slanging
n-gg- run it to the top, get the guap
run it to the top, while y’all flock
hey, i’m banging red like a red sox
yeah, i’m banging red like a red sox
[bridge: young thug]
p-ssy n-gg- is your time to die, n-gg- death o’clock
n-gg-, n-gg- i’m heating it’s a fed clock
yeah juvie, i say yeaaah juvie
[verse 2: young thug]
lord of the ring my n-gg-, i’m bleedin’ i’m fiendin’ my n-gg-
hey i’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
n-gg- smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
living life like my new single, cash out like charlie sheen (cash!)
i sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
you soft n-gg-, jolly feet, sold many drugs, n-gg- gotta eat
sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, i f-ck on the deacon’s daughter
the cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
the uncle, the aunt, i roll up a blunt
bring out the remix of stoner, i call it the stunt
i won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!
[hook: young thug]
h-o-t boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
h-o-t boy, n-gg- catch ’em hy!-beats
i ain’t advertising but you can try me
ok now throw up what you banging
if you in the hood, you need to be slinging
n-gg- run it to the top, get the guap
run it to the top, while y’all flock
hey, i’m banging red like a red sox
yeah, i’m banging red like a red sox
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