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sexstacy - redshirt! lyrics

lean make my stomach hurt, weed make my head hurt
my n+gga gave me a perc, i don’t think the meds work
mismatching the swag, pink shoes and my red shirt
told that b+tch i won’t love her again, that sh+t dead, dirt
when you b+tch see me she call my name, yeah your bae a flirt
yeah, your bae a lerk, keep her on alert

smoke some gas, see my demons, need to go to church
n+gga saying he sick of me, send that boy to the nurse
my b+tch want a purse, i bought her a purse
my n+gga, he a h+ll boy like he in a curse

huh
that n+gga stolе my swag, stole my style, yeah hе stole it
we care about your shoes, n+gga go take back that rolly
we don’t need the rubber bands, n+gga we finna fold it

huh
matter fact, we finna blow it
that n+gga steady talking but that n+gga never showed it
my n+gga he just copped that gas, now we finna smoke it
i popped that n+gga b+tch, and i know that n+gga know it

we all know that she goin’
we all know that she hoeing
we all know that she got white sh+t on her nose like it’s snowin’
we all know that lil gary got the lean and he gon’ pour it
and now my n+gga snoozing of the lean, yeah he snoring
that one hoe, cause she boring
she could be that b+tch annoying
on the highway we floorin’
yo’ b+tch like how i’m flowin’
i just got a lil’ b+tch from basil, that b+tch she foreign
if she come home i’m scoring
in that b+tch, exploring

- sexstacy lyrics

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