Warhol.SS - Red Night lyrics
[Warhol.SS - Red Night lyrics]
Tom Ford drippin', every shade
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
I been on a long flight
I know this shit overdue
But I had to pour the red in the Sprite
Make it new make it international, catch me
In ya' country, bitch
Bend it over, make it split
Suck the dick with plenty spit
I can't be a fool, bitch
We gon' make a movie, flick
Beat it 'til I'm losing it
Big boy, Rolls Royce, riding in a big whip
Seeing stars in this shit
How you not gon' fuck the clique?
Sippin' water is essential
I got Fiji for these bitches
Poppin' percocet, I'm itchin', got anxiety
I'm twitchin'
In the pint with some Hermès links
Big racks, big rocks for a thot and she gon'-
Tom Ford drippin', every shade
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
She act like a bird, kick her to the curb
I ain't got no time to kick
It with these goofy hoes
Kickin' shit like Rubio
Casting like a movie role
Balling out, pick and roll
Beat this shit, I hit the store
Fuck this shit, I been on
I got hoes, they on flip phones, crip walk
I got niggas, they gon' creep, toe
Thirty thousand on the flight, eating
Chain on, chain on, I got ice, bitch
Turn her on, light switch switch swag
Blew a bag on my niggas
'cause it's 'bout the loyalty
King shit, we royalty
Niggas ain't comparing me
Tom Ford drippin', every shade
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
I been on a long flight
I know this shit overdue
But I had to pour the red in the Sprite
Make it new make it international, catch me
In ya' country, bitch
Bend it over, make it split
Suck the dick with plenty spit
I can't be a fool, bitch
We gon' make a movie, flick
Beat it 'til I'm losing it
Big boy, Rolls Royce, riding in a big whip
Seeing stars in this shit
How you not gon' fuck the clique?
Sippin' water is essential
I got Fiji for these bitches
Poppin' percocet, I'm itchin', got anxiety
I'm twitchin'
In the pint with some Hermès links
Big racks, big rocks for a thot and she gon'-
Tom Ford drippin', every shade
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
She act like a bird, kick her to the curb
I ain't got no time to kick
It with these goofy hoes
Kickin' shit like Rubio
Casting like a movie role
Balling out, pick and roll
Beat this shit, I hit the store
Fuck this shit, I been on
I got hoes, they on flip phones, crip walk
I got niggas, they gon' creep, toe
Thirty thousand on the flight, eating
Chain on, chain on, I got ice, bitch
Turn her on, light switch switch swag
Blew a bag on my niggas
'cause it's 'bout the loyalty
King shit, we royalty
Niggas ain't comparing me
Tom Ford drippin', every shade
They gon' cover my body
Beat that hoe up from the back
I'm in her body
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
We don't stop at red lights
Cracking me a red pint red beam, red pipe
Red cream, rare Sprite rare king, rare ice
YSL, real tight walking with a long pipe
If he make the wrong move
He gon' have a red night
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