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lirik lagu red dead – margiela

[intro]

triple 2’s on me on god y’all n*ggas not gang in this b*tch

grimey youth on me on point y’all n*ggas ain’t winning this sh*t

too live wit a 4*5 ar gon give ‘em a kick

n*ggas tried to copy my swag tried to copy my drip in this b*tch

vivienne chains on my neck i’m feelin like ren in this b*tch

i can’t love no thot but this cash im in love with this sh*t

ex b*tch going out sad out west wit my internet b*tch

[verse 1]

i’m already in my bag mya get it my b*tch bad

wit the same 5 n*ggas outside

that i came up wit that’s how n*gga get that

yea i never been scamming no opp
only god can stop y’all n*ggas from the get back

and i told y’all n*ggas my chop don’t stop

leave his whole top red like sin bad

get that

pockets on swole no six pack

leave his whole tеam red can’t get it back

make a call sеnd a bird then i sit back

new b*tch but ex hoe can’t beat that

she be on the d*ck then i be back

new stick wit a drum like a beat pad

penthouse top floor where the freaks at

cuz my d*ck gon need that i like hoes down when it be the pageant

don’t make me get scared make sh*t tragic
god boot a b*tch off like this happen

she bounce on the d*ck like mae rabbit

her man asking me if i still tapped it

she pop that p*ssy make sh*t nasty

homeboy see the opps ran straight pass me

on the mount i’m getting em back

this stick i’m feedin that ass

she throwing it back i’m throwing them stacks

never need no b*tch at all

but i got my own car just incase sh*t crack

make a scene wit intensity going on read

who’s line i’m pushin it back

and my last b*tch cried told her i don’t need her
make bread slide when i grip that nina

cut too fast i don’t even wanna see her

whole lotta money on rage like bea

live from the creek to a name wit a creature

i’m finna cut my tail off like frieza

down by the b*tch i wouldn’t wanna be yuh

make a bad b*tch give me head for a feature

make a track wit her cut her off like cesar

shawty spend a bag at victoria secret

make hits on hits b*tch no leaking

finna make sh*t jump after 4 seasons

told you i still shawty high no reason

rage on the beat imma leave the b*tch bleedin

you n*ggas ain’t bout sh*t i can’t see it

use to want b*tterflies until i had to flee it

use to want to be a n*gga til i had to be it

now we f*ckin up checks at neimans

now we f*ckin these hoes like bringy

gotta mean that studys turn green b*tch

and she bring her friends every weekend

every friday b*tch it’s my day

i ain’t lie but this cash got my crying

finna wipe my tears to some sade

like uzi this goyard to buy it

like uzi this off white to buy it

now this got sace versace

man these 2 hoes kiss like a bi b*tch

you don’t really wanna beef with the flyest

n*gga tried to step up you tried it

young rage got a touch like midas

only hoes ride me be the finest

- margiela

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