Redlight boogie, Sean Price - Heat rock lyrics

[Redlight boogie, Sean Price - Heat rock lyrics]

Get involved to get a job man
Bum ass niggas p

Yeah aha
Let's get stupid aha
Get stupid sean Price:
Redlight waddup

Get stupid

Listen the early birds eat first
Thats my own turkey stuffed
Boogie spliffing the 5th that why
He had alert the dutch
Trust me none of you will
Boogie spit in the streets
You might get youtubed or after
Hood with the repeat

You're dealing with a dude who don't
Give a fuck about nothing
Quick with the shooting
The magnum, snuff um or cut um, yall
Niggers bluffin, Ruck is the truth yall
I 187’d a nigga I’m snoop dogg

The boogie bright so nice
Both packing the heat smacking niggas away
Check em clappin back in their sleep
Breath down your bitch's neck
Poke my dick in their back
Rapido cariño vamos i got the
Whip in the back

Back like i never left or left
You back on the floor
Relax after the gat clapped with
A package of raw
Coke sniffin' choke chickens violating broads
Annihilate motherfuckers when im
Snipin' the force

Its funny to see cash case
Nothing but money and beat all alive
You're the type that reminds me
Of Sonny and Dean
Move feet godfather see what happened to him
The first to act up im
Clapping with tin rrraaaa

No more weed nigga i do the henny still
Old nigga freaking the flow
Im Benny Hill listen
How many pill does it take to get rich listen
I'm in the pill with krill now tell six

Boogie got the pack it's a baby arms
Front it off like this rap
Shit only pay me crumbs
And the reason why i like girl is maybe arms
Plus i know my biggest hater is my baby moms

Im a fabulous fuckup, knifes and nunchucks
Beat earth
Wind and fire out all of you dumbfucks
Sean price and the Redlight boogie
Money life from the redlight noogie
What the fuck

Make it salat wash the sins of
My face with my palms
Out of slums like you think
You know who got scarred
Boogie killed it guns up allāhu akbar

Rap martyr, zulu nation back, Bambaata
Sean is the savage
Tomorrow i take my Shehada
I'm taking your mommas dollars
Im snatching the bitch purse
Fuck a fair one im clapping the 5th first

Despite im from Amsterdam i
Got an American dream
Price, Boogie the new european American team
Pac's with god, I crack your fans and quotes
Ignore the bell
Punchlines keep you against the ropes! listen

I gotta get more cream so fucking
With bums is emphatically fourteen
Fifteen big gun with the F beam
Face fucked up Mike Tyson versus Mitch Green

Ooh oooh ooh yeah
Hell yeah

The respect in my city be flexed
The gods with me move like you did it
Yes i just did oh God did he?
Against all wars, i race and dance on bars
The US never thought Amsterdam so hard
But they don't make em like boogie
No more in the dutch
Cockin' the four, fucking em raw
Calling the shots
Chill mister this is boogie inflict-ster
We got your name, number
Address plus your picture

Haha redlight
The pipe sean Price
Boot Camp skilled right
Killing skills right amsterdam

Brown ville b Cane

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