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yvngxchris - red lyte (original) lyrics

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[intro]
if you don’t got a gun, n+gga, walk away from me
and the glock finna take out his guts, i ain’t tuckin’ his tummy
b+tch, you not my twizzy, who told you we buddies?
i just caught that boy lackin’ and now my jit bl++dy
gave her d+ck one time, now she tell me she love me
(dylvinci got the code)

[verse 1]
he want the static, he not ’bout that action
i pull out the choppa, catch him at the red light
b+tch think he cappin’, i hit then i pass it
i f+cked on his mama and now it’s his bedtime
i be your stepdad, you cannot flex that
d+ck hard on the bed, your mom erect that
rappin’ on n+ggas head, that’s what i’m best at
slide with the pole like i’m finna elect somebody
your shawty on me, n+gga, don’t test my buddy
heard that n+gga lookin’ for me, told the b+tch, “come find me”

…

[verse 2]
yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
she not tryna f+ck, i’m kickin’ that b+tch out
glock in my hand, don’t make me pull that b+tch out
asian lil’ b+tch told me, “pull that d+ck out”
he try to test me, got that n+gga gl!cked down
i laugh to the bank, n+gga, hahaha
if a n+gga test me, it go, “gra+da+da+da”
in the f+ckin’ ‘rari and i’m droppin’ the top
and i’m countin’ money while she suckin’ my c+ck
i got h+lla b+tches so i’m f+ckin’ a lot
i do not give a d+mn, i say, “f+ck it” a lot
and lil’ b+tch, you a virgin
you just be cappin’ and sh+t, n+gga, you don’t be f+ckin’ no thots
why these n+ggas on d+ck? uh+huh
when i pull that b+tch out, she gon’ give me that cl+t, uh+huh
and i’m givin’ them flint, uh+huh (okay)
and i caught that boy lackin’, i slide with the glock and i empty the clip, uh+huh
and i’m sorry, lil’ b+tch, i cannot keep you in if you not givin’ lip, uh+huh
and i’m shoppin’ at saks, but that’s not the problem, b+tch, i got a whole lotta cash
i’ma f+ck on that b+tch from the motherf+ckin’ back ’cause that b+tch got a whole lot of ass
i’ma hop in the godd+mn srt, got a whole lotta dash
n+gga, you is a lil’ b+tch, i end a n+gga life with this stick
that glock get a bite of your lip
n+gga, ain’t n0body comparin’ to chris
lean in my p+ss, i swear that these f+ck n+ggas makin’ me sick
like sick to my stomach, b+tch, i need to sh+t
and they say, “who is chris?” b+tch, i be the sh+t
i’m way too cold, don’t preheat me, b+tch
she a godd+mn thot, might delete the b+tch
i just might leave the b+tch
chris so godd+mn tight, n+gga, you gotta see this sh+t
breathin’ it, pushin’ the motherf+ckin’ lamborghini, my keys in it
i got a glock and another f+ckin’ choppa, yeah, that sh+t really be beamin’, b+tch
made that boy fall like autumn (oh, like twinuzis?)
no, n+gga, the season, b+tch
i put the d+ck in, i pulled the d+ck out, i just might have to tease the b+tch
yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah
hit from the back, n+gga, i said, “oh yeah”
catch the p+ssy, one hand, odell
l!ck on the p+ssy, i pray that it don’t smell
b+tch, i’m the sh+t, but i think we can both tell
[outro]
b+tch ass n+gga
i’m [?] on this b+tch
yvngxchris in this b+tch, hold up
yvngxchris in this b+tch, hold up

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