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nejay - red lyrics

[hook]
b-tch i love the red
go cop me a car and paint it all in red
sh-t, i might be trippin’ see these visions in my head
i don’t like to write, but i fill him up with lead
b-tch i’m very picky, take the crust off of my bread

b-tch i love the red
go cop me a car and paint it all in red
sh-t, i might be trippin’ see these visions in my head
i don’t like to write, but i fill him up with lead
b-tch i’m very picky, take the crust off of my bread

[verse 1]
yeah, um
n-ggas is stealing my style and all
too impatient when i f-ck, i get my nut, give her d-ck and some tylenol
“money, more money” i’m thinking
drop money on drip and i let that sh-t sink in
pour red while i get head, don’t ask me what the f-ck i’m sippin
pop tags for fun
what you pop?
n-gga none
come get yo b-tch
she let me put honey all over here buns, uh
don’t act surprised
yo b-tch is a runner, all she do is run
she with the gang
she finna suck till somebody done

[verse 2]
bag that b-tch, like i was working at target, huh
chill, chill, relax, take a step back
i turn him to harden, huh
f-ck it this way too much green, i might as well go home and start me a garden, huh
b-tch asking me for percs, she tryna get higher than high like a martian, huh
yeah
trip off a bean
f-ck it i left from the scene
told me she h-rny and touching my jeans
i’m flaw, for putting my d-ck in her spleen
i think i’m cold ice cream machine
christmas, i’m lit, st. augustine
f-ck ’round get up like zach lavine

- nejay lyrics

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