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lord $hredda - will you? (feat. rtg) lyrics

[intro]
(do you got something already or you gotta write something?)
(hold up, nah hold up)
[verse 1: lord shredda]
shawty confide in me
royal, like kansas city
baby girl would you slide for me?
went from boyz ii men now i’ma menace ii society
all these lies got me trapped in my own anxiety
yeah in my anxiety
power to my head, i’m overfed with all the lies that you feed me
muscle intake, extensions, so you can silence me
tell ’em to get a measuring tape, they sizing mе
told my lil shawty stay alert, they surprising me
sweep hеr off her feet, but she ain’t the bride to be
like i’m the only n+gga in the store, the eyes on me
got the kid bent out of shape, like an isosceles
it ain’t a joke, your loves a cloak but don’t hide from me
i’m tryna hustle and get through depression
got a short temper, and a n+gga be stressing
n+ggas be too extra
too busy chasing them bands like i’m in love with cold play
n+ggas be acting like feds, you should’ve known to role play
real n+ggas in my section, mula don’t take no skeptics
take no’s like a receptionist, except making no exception
she gon’ let a n+gga slide, i ain’t talking electric
baby girl i feel your energy that sh+t is kinetic
redbone
nice ass, nick named her red velvet
had an effect on yo’ b+tch she keep showing affection
i want you with all of your flaws there’s no need for perfection
like we both in the wrong, we both need correction
[hook]
she say, “will you text me?”

“will you protect me?”

“will you do me right?”

“will you text me?”

“will you protect me?”

“will you do me right?”

[verse 2: rtg]
yo’ hoe she got back, she got big back
i’m smoking on this dope, this sh+t that big gas
i been hit yo’ hoe you should’ve been mad
when she don’t suck this c+ck she beg for him back
i’ve been steady working, hands clean
and if my glock don’t work that fn come in handy
i been through the storm, the mud when sh+t had got sandy
i was the only one standing
macho man like randy
yeah, yeah
i didn’t do nothing but go to sleep, uh
girl how the f+ck you get such a hold of me uh?
till n+ggas like go to sleep uh
i f+ck that b+tch, my d+ck in her ovaries uh
i’m sorry i’m bad i do her so terrible
how is you mad that sh+t very pitiful
[?]
b+tch i’m f+cking racing like i’m out with tay+k
shawty ass juicy yeah just call it a+j
shawty open up ‘cuz i’ma leave ya color blind
yeah you n+ggas p+ssy ya’ll flawed
ya’ll weird and ya’ll g+y
i don’t give a f+ck, if it ain’t about that money then don’t say it
i take yo’ ass to roadhouse for the beef, leave ya’ head on a stake
i take westbound i’m dippin’ in and out of state
i won’t stay i’m gon spin up on your block and then skate
b+tch
yes i slid by then i passed you
b+tch don’t suck my d+ck unless i ask you
uh, uh
that’s that type of sh+t that make me mad dude
sh+t got me wild tight, b+tch that sh+t mad rude
[hook]
“will you text me?”

“will you protect me?”

“will you do me right?”

“will you text me?”

“will you protect me?”

“will you do me right?”

[outro]
ride for me and
ride for me and
sh+t ride for me
ride for me and help me
ride for me and
ride for me and
sh+t ride for me
ride for me and help me
aye, aye, uh, uh

- lord hredda lyrics

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