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left on red - satisfied cypher lyrics

[verse 1: sam henry]
rolls royce rascal grabbing mad patents
bad habits got me lavish it is 306 backwards
after dropping rad action on the stage we get to acting up
packin’ packin’ pack it up
art’s a gift let’s wrap it up
yessir i’m getting the letters to put ’em in order i got a disorder
i’m h–rdering all the languages getting mad paper
this hater’s been haterin’ but i’m not catering (laughter)
sorry, sir, we’re closed, i would have to find my clothes
fine i’ll go put on a robe get me some c0ke
imma lay on back man i’m satisfied

[verse 2: jaden williams with sam henry]
i’m verified as f-ck
your shawty sippin’ cup
when i’m rollin’ up my blunt
and if you ain’t bopping then you a motherf-ckin’ c-nt
i’m not fully loaded ‘cuz my clips are getting dumped
scissors on my waist you pullin’ up you gettin’ cut
no f-cking autotune
eating you without a spoon
this choppa go, ba-da-boom
the biggest mistake
when your momma took you out the womb
i’ma put you in a tomb
you’re in a place that’s not a room
it’s barbershop season k!lling n-ggas for no reason
blood is what i’m f-cking bleeding
toasting up to my achievements
choppa bugging, n-ggas fleeing
worse than fighting all your demons
do ’em dirty leave ’em leaking
me and sammy on this beat and n-ggas
sounding more than decent
if she pregnant i ain’t peacin’
all this drank got me leanin’
bullets coming for your head
i’ma leave yo -ss dead
police comin’ and i fled
steady countin’ up this bread
this the only time that i’m left on red mothaf-cka

[verse 3: sam henry]
y’all know we f-cking satisfied in this motherf-cker
big in the whip i’m a mother-trucker
gettin’ dubs so we bring the ruckus
i bite my nails but y’all the suckas
trevor he sweet but i’m the luscious
left me on read to text my brotha, hot d-mn

[verse 4: sammy hales]
no-no call he’s a no-show
f-ck with me b-tch i’m so dope
sugar booger i don’t blow c0ke
i’m just smoking my home-grown
i know, i know, we ain’t in the same boat
you need to get some boat shoes ’cause you either sink or you float b-tch
collect yourself i got you like i got the keys let’s hop in the whip
i’m tryna go eas- be easy smoking that sh-t ’til i’m weezy
can’t see me over the smoke on the hill i’m from ct
i got some sh-t in the console i’ll rip out your tonsil
you ever try beat me
money and dubs in the mason jar
skirt off from any b-tch
cop tryna raid the car catch ’em on that like
better luck on that next time got a rolly watch i’ma flex time
‘cuz time is money that’s the best kind
i got b-tches on me wanna get signed
got a hurt wrist from signing t-tties
got a burnt lip from smokin’ backwards
taking acid like i take a s-xy b-tch
let her sit on my face while sucking my d-ck
i am gone until dawn off the drugs
wake up drunk on my lawn
go to sleep even more f-cked than hunter s. thompson
man i am fearing and loathing that 8 am
i’ma just f-ck on this b-tch and then woo i feel just great again
d-mn this life how i live right now
can’t be complaining man how are you doing?
i talk to that b-tch and you know i tell her
you know that i say it straight to her
i’m satisfied

[verse 5: danny shea]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(coughing)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah yeah

uh
i close my mind but if i looked inside
another team and i
arose from the ground and i
never seen a shovel i can’t dig without
these diamonds i level on my level
might as well go meet the devil (nice to meet you)
i was posted in my room rolling swishers
when i heard a knock and stopped
and hit the drop (h-llo?)
the homies smoking in that melting pot
the air smells of weed i was drinking up and pouring still
on the tv watching old reruns of k!ll and bill
now i’m in the home he told me check the grain and check the color
and never trust another man pushing weight
(yeah yeah, yeah, yeah)
i said never trust another man pushing weight

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