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mirr417 - red dot lyrics

[intro]
uhuh
yea
mirr417 you know how i get down
b+tch ass n+gga
i stand on that

[chorus]

red dot
aim at ya head its a red dot
n+gga want smoke he can get shot
get to that bag its a big pot
im my hood its fake slimes
ion really like when they lie
thinkin that they tuff but they not
dont need a vest i want headshots
mirr417 he too hot
f+ck on ya b+tch make the bed rock
put that lil hoe in a headlock
imma lay low when the feds hot
talkin on the net but you won’t slide
you can get away but you gon die
dont speak on me if you gon hide
ian gon let that sh+t slide
[verse 1]

got the glock right on my hip if i shoot it imma take a face
ion even want that b+tch no more b+tch get out my face
talkin bout the crime that i did b+tch i beat that case
talkin bout the time they called the cops b+tch i beat that race
ian like that b+tch and she questioned me about a n+gga like ion play with sticks
dont even fckin cross that line no more cs ion even play that sh+t
if you try to run up on me then imma bust ya sh+t

i be in the streets wit this sh+t sh+t get deep and real
if you say one word about the gang b+tch we slanging steal
we only want smoke when we sober
b+tch you off a pill
i hit so many l!cks in a day d+mn i need to chill
steady talkin like you bout it b+tch you dont want yo life
shot em once he ain’t even die imma shoot twice
catch em up in traffic make em stop take em outta sight
creep up on me always have my strap better not bring a knife
another opp had called me now its time to fckin slide
get up on that n+gga tryna make his momma cry
pull right out my glock hit that b+tch wit fckin fye
you say ian new to dis b+tch its mirr style
pop right out that cut wit this its gon get to bussin
ion even f+ck wit nun of these n+ggas ion even trust em
and ya man got put right in the dirt all that f+ckin talkin

catch em up in traffic make em stop take em outta sight
creep up on me always have my strap better not bring a knife
another opp had called me now its time to fckin slide
get up on that n+gga tryna make his momma cry
pull right out my glock hit that b+tch wit fckin fye
you say ian new to this b+tch its mirr style

[verse 2]

that man tried to run them bullets had to hawk em down
b+tch you dissin on me lil n+gga you is a f+ckin clown
that n+gga want no smoke made that n+gga move out of town
hit em wit that drac’ flip that n+gga right outta bounds
talkin all that sh+t now that n+gga can’t make a sound
f+ckiun on his b+tch while that n+gga layin on the ground
if you a friend of my opps b+tch ass n+gga don’t come around
b+tch im standing on top mirr417 dont play around

[chorus]

- mirr417 lyrics

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