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redshirt! - sexstacy 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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