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lil jj - red everything. lyrics

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hook: lil og
red everything!
red carpet!
shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
red everything!
red bentley
shoot ya face up, & tell em og sent me
red everything
red bentley
y’all ain’t sh-t. hit em with a semi.

verse 1: stunna
i be on that nice flow.
bro, i got a nice ho
young money, free flow
j is the big bro.
yeah, & man i love that cali
f-ck the feds, man ya can’t have me.
yeah, i know you n-ggas mad
i know you n-ggas sad
white boy, i’m so rad
boy, i’ll bust yo -ss.
i don’t think you know
never, ever wife a ho
y’all lil’ p-ssies slow.
yeah. f.m.e, lmcmb
y’all can’t even see me.
on that cali kush
that good tree.

hook: lil og
red everything!
red carpet!
shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
red everything!
red bentley
shoot ya face up, & tell em og sent me
red everything
red bentley
y’all ain’t sh-t. hit em with a semi.

verse 2: lil og
red everything, blood gang five.
f-ck around with a blood, end up with no eyes.
cause we real gangsta’s.
call 50, cause you a d-mn w-nksta.
red flag raised.
god is who we praise.
can’t stand lil unit, that n-gga g-y.
i mean why the dissing?
d-ck is all he kissing.
he hear this, he straight flippin’
yeah. red flag in that right pocket
reppin’ piru, & we ain’t even stoppin’

hook: lil og
red everything!
red carpet!
shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
red everything!
red bentley
shoot ya face up, & tell em og sent me
red everything
red bentley
y’all ain’t sh-t. hit em with a semi.

verse 3: lil jj
shelby’s where its at, tilt the gatti to the right
you know how them bullets travel. maf-cka book a flight.
i can’t hang with basic hoes
i know ya hate me bro
coupe white as the snow
blood gang, we make ya insides blow
you n-ggas trippin. tie ya lace.
i’m the evil twin, the name is ace.
i’ll bust a krab, where they swimmin?
take a look at yo girl. that -ss i’m drillin
i’m with the og, & my n-gga stunna
and i’m just jj, boy ima gunna
i keep it real, boy one hundred
i’m in skinny jeans, with some converses
i could k!ll ya, get jail, is it worth it?
i’ll let squad shoot em’, cause he registered
rob ya shop, get to the register.
uh, these n-ggas p-ssy, but they ain’t tight
and if i’m wrong, there is no right.
no.
fresh money til i die
shoot you in ya eye.
you can’t beat me, don’t try.

hook: lil og
red everything!
red carpet!
shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
red everything!
red bentley
shoot ya face up, & tell em og sent me
red everything
red bentley
y’all ain’t sh-t. hit em with a semi.



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