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​syntixo – red seats lyrics

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[intro]
machete

[chorus]
cut ’em to pieces, huh, huh
in pieces
hope this perc beatin’ me
barely breathin’
i’m high off the finest lean
i feel like i’m a eagle
you think you a big shot, huh?
i’ma put a bullet hole in your ego
god d+mn, i love my slatts
but no, i don’t f+ck with these people
b+tch, i’m a pit off the leash (yeah)
got yo’ ho gassed up
still f+cked her on e (oh yeah)
new bentley truck, red seats (oh yeah)
ain’t even keep the receipt (oh yeah)
runnin’ the game, no cleats (yeah)
all this green it cl!cks (yeah)

[verse]
walk in the room with like a 100 g’s (uh)
f+ck n+gga say he’d take my watch, n+gga please (uh)
folks on the internet show his glock, n+gga please (uh)
all my guns got a cold, i’m gon’ make em’ sneeze
uh, she say my wrist is enchanting, uh
if you stare too long you’ll get brain freeze
that p+ssy so good she can’t leave
no limit gang, shout out maneski
and g+money and kyro and bibby and all of my n+ggas that’s gang+gang
they’d k!ll for me, they’d drill for me, and for them i’d do the same thing
oh, yeah, that’s real
tryna get rich, you get in the way, you k!lled
sippin’ the lean while i’m grabbin’ the wheel
crash the lambo’, i’ll still live
turn into rambo, i’ll load up the clip
got vlone on my tats and vlone on my fit
at my show, b+tches got my name written on tits
she tell me i’m confusing, i’ll run up that b+tch (uh+huh)
codeine sip it out the glass, yeah, i got class, yeah
new draco on me, i’ma blast, yeah, leave you in the past, yeah
but i’ma do the dash, yeah, now it’s about countin’ up the cash, yeah (huh)
doper than a relapse, relapse, every time i put the percs down, i relapse, tweakin’
[chorus]
hope this perc beatin’ me
barely breathin’
i’m high off the finest lean
i feel like i’m a eagle
you think you a big shot, huh?
i’ma put a bullet hole in your ego
god d+mn, i love my slatts
but no, i don’t f+ck with these people
b+tch, i’m a pit off the leash (yeah)
got yo’ ho gassed up
still f+cked her on e (oh yeah)
new bentley truck, red seats (oh yeah)
ain’t even keep the receipt (oh yeah)
runnin’ the game, no cleats (yeah)
all this green it cl!cks (yeah)



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