Red Cafe - American Psycho lyrics
[Red Cafe - American Psycho lyrics]
Yeah, huh all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Woke up with a mission gotta get the money
Back up in them blocks, trill nigga
Keep it gully
Been a hustler since I left mama
Pops dead, I just continue the saga, huh
Making one into two
Drop the flour in the soda
Whip up one into two got the smoke on the
Street clocking numbers federal
Suckers short on that paper, then
I'm gon' see that you, bla-ouw
Brooklyn be my hometown it's like a jungle
You don't wan' bring your folks 'round
Last chump to rat me out
Eighteen minutes, pussy got the Pacquiaco
Ill
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
Life's so cold, nigga pack heat
No credit, all cash, nigga that's street
And my whole team boss'd up
Last night, ten stacks got tossed up
It's nothin sex, drugs and tattoos
Smoke about ten swishas on my last cruise
Any questions? I answer cash rules
Hop up in that big B then I mash through
Got a good pussy bitch from
She scream loud like my 67 motor
You know that do a lot for my ego
I told her next time we fuck I'ma need a trio
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
Ev'ryday I'm in the building
Like I'm on trial
Psycho, my gangsta is on file
Word to me, I always been a shooter
I give my foes nightmares, Freddy Krueger
Buck fifty in the third lane
Dirty goons, dirty guns, it's a dirty gang
Bad bitches set you up, niggas take ya change
Now you're in the hood known as a lame
Still flipping numbers mathematical
Yeah, my white homies call it radical
And niggas say I'm getting chubby
A nigga eating nothing more but the money, ha
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Woke up with a mission gotta get the money
Back up in them blocks, trill nigga
Keep it gully
Been a hustler since I left mama
Pops dead, I just continue the saga, huh
Making one into two
Drop the flour in the soda
Whip up one into two got the smoke on the
Street clocking numbers federal
Suckers short on that paper, then
I'm gon' see that you, bla-ouw
Brooklyn be my hometown it's like a jungle
You don't wan' bring your folks 'round
Last chump to rat me out
Eighteen minutes, pussy got the Pacquiaco
Ill
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
Life's so cold, nigga pack heat
No credit, all cash, nigga that's street
And my whole team boss'd up
Last night, ten stacks got tossed up
It's nothin sex, drugs and tattoos
Smoke about ten swishas on my last cruise
Any questions? I answer cash rules
Hop up in that big B then I mash through
Got a good pussy bitch from
She scream loud like my 67 motor
You know that do a lot for my ego
I told her next time we fuck I'ma need a trio
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
Ev'ryday I'm in the building
Like I'm on trial
Psycho, my gangsta is on file
Word to me, I always been a shooter
I give my foes nightmares, Freddy Krueger
Buck fifty in the third lane
Dirty goons, dirty guns, it's a dirty gang
Bad bitches set you up, niggas take ya change
Now you're in the hood known as a lame
Still flipping numbers mathematical
Yeah, my white homies call it radical
And niggas say I'm getting chubby
A nigga eating nothing more but the money, ha
Huh, all my dogs be live
Whole team gunning, knocking Ready to Die
American psycho me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Yeah, me against the world, but
Fuck it, I'm psycho, rah
Huh, me against the world, American psycho
Wassup?
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