a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

red button - d.b chapo lyrics

[intro: d.b chapo]
ayy
when i see my phone ring, i hit the*
when i see my phone ring, i hit the, ayy

[chorus: d.b chapo]
when i see my phone ring, i hit the red b*tton
clappin’ back a bad b*tch, i got the bed jumpin’ (woah)
fully auto with the monkey nuts, i’m band drummin’ (woah)
all i want is sucky sucky, not the hand rubbin’ (woah)

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
walkin’ in the room, i got versace bed covers
i can never let the skelly go like dead lovers
every time i’m in the whip, i’m bumpin’ [?]
me and ak go together just like we was bread and b*tter, woah
d*mn, yeah, i’m into havin’ dollars on me
walkin’ in the function, pull up, now i got the prada on me
i just cracked the daughter of the family, got the father on me
b*tch, i got the top shelf zaza, a lot on me
b*tch, i’m drippin’ head to toe, got yohji yamamoto on me
once i get back in the crip, i throw the white tee polo on me
runnin’ ’round this b*tch, it probably look like i got coco on me
baby momma trippin’ off her ass and goin’ loco on me

[refrain: d.b. chapo]
ayy, baby momma trippin’ off her ass, what the h*lly?
i just threw the shroom up on the peanut b*tter jelly
now i’m out my body, and i wasn’t even ready
you ain’t even hear me open up the door, i popped a deady
ayy, baby momma trippin’ off her ass, what the h*lly?
i just threw the shroom up on the peanut b*tter jelly
now i’m out my body, and i wasn’t even ready
you ain’t even hear me open up the door, i popped a deady
[verse 2: d.b chapo]
bodega boots, i told my woman, “hide the glocky in it”, woah
supressor on that b*tch with twenty hollows in it, woah
i’m inside the function with the bottles in it, woah
i can teach you how to swing the choppa like it’s [?]
tie the weed up in the ziploc bag, gon’ fix a broken heart
i’m up in the fishbowl, thank god there ain’t no smoke alarm
choppa bouncin’ like a big booty, i got a broken arm
sprayin’ out the bullets like the baby drac’ was toby’s arm
d*mn, yeah, the weed will fix a broken heart
[?] tank up in the glock, i got that b*tch from tony stark
i just rolled a big ass bowl, i called it noah’s ark
stuffin’ all the weed up in the wood until it broke apart

[interlude: ak tarantino]
(fah*fah)
what, you lookin’ at that red b*tton?

[verse 3: ak tarantino]
hit that red b*tton, i’m at the green light
three pipes, i put that b*tch together, now it’s tree sized
twenty*three bullets, my switch*y full*y, it might be mike
pull up, drench him, holy water, he might see christ
i need to cop a pack, the plug, he pulled up on a e*bike
d*mn, i feel like [?]
i just sold a bunch of the bags, and it was rerock
uncie pull up, beat your ass, he tustlin’ [?]
[?] i’m bustin’, bankroll big, it ’bout to squeeze a opp
we see you at the [?], gon’ bl!ck you down at burger king
swtich*y f*ck a coat, they better hope my number three hot
red b*tton, this a special ed drum
business block his pops, and i got a special ed son
i hit that red b*tton, hit that dead b*tton
type of box i got’ll turn you special ed b*tton
ain’t the headrush, i done too many
band for band, this dude’s buddy’s blue skinny
hand*to*hand, i’m ambidextrous for money
we go round*for*round, it’s skin*to*skin, gloves bl**dy
i’m the sandman in that ford escape, i love to get money
i’d do anything for that pape’, huh, i love to get money
you could be handsome but fake, i love to be ugly
you claim that you real, but know you ain’t, don’t wanna be buddies
in my crib, i gotta stick with twenty options in the wall
.33 [?], scottie pistole pole
band drummin’, you say somethin’, i’ll be on that anytime
’cause when i see my phone ring, i*
[chorus: d.b chapo]
when i see my phone ring, i hit the red b*tton
clappin’ back a bad b*tch, i got the bed jumpin’ (woah)
fully auto with the monkey nuts, i’m band drummin’ (woah)
all i want is sucky sucky, not the hand rubbin’ (woah)
(woah)

- d b chapo lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular