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red lyte (original) - yvngxchris 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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