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bbg guapo - Red rum (feat. Li uno) Lyrics



bbg guapo - Red rum (feat. Li uno) Lyrics




Clip your bell, bring it down
We're creating, we're about to sell
We're about to sell
We're trippin' on the track

We're smoking on that bitch ass
There ain't no city
Different mode, different breed
Ay bitch I'm back again

Bad bitches all dimes, they know I get it
AP on my wrist, I still don't know the time
T.V.s on me, dripping, your bitch lookin' like Jamaica Mines
Power, power, run up, yeah I hear this shit

Chopper spit it shit
Luke Kane how I'm feelin'
That's how I'm kickin' shit
Bruce Wayne, black on black, I skirt off in a whip

Bow, bow, hit it shit
Bow, bow, spit it shit
Smokin' on that gas, this right here gon' cause a heart attack
I am not a lover, lil' bitch, please don't get your heart attacked

Spin this block, swing that chopper back
Before we kick his door
Niggas say I'm a loser, check the scope
Bitch I am 10 and 0

Y'all ain't got no bodies or no choppers, time to up the scope
Hottest in my city, that's a fact
Bitch I'm next to blow
This a who, flock of father

People ask my name, who independent, I don't wanna say
Red rum, red rum, red rum
I'm talkin' red rum
We gon' drop out this bitch until the feds come

We gon' drop out this bitch until the feds come
All my killers, yeah they're ready
Screamin' red rum
How you talkin' bout drills

You ain't get your man killin'
How you talkin' bout drills
Bitch you know who did that
You know who did that

Bitch I'm a murderer
Boy you shouldn't have said that
Super thick, wait, she suck my dick
She got a super throat

Superman, all these n****s are supermans
They Satan hoes, love my gang
Remember all the days when we was Jane Coos
Boom, bow, bitch, get head in your sheet

They go uno, finish in the blitz
We ain't aimin' at your lips, bitch I'm aimin' at your head
Crashin' out, I feel just like I'm 38
In that tent, crashin' out

I almost spent 30 days
Yeah she ratchet and she bad, I told her throw that ass
On that net we're talkin' bout some cash
The boy your pocket size

Everyday we on your ass
Uno tryna get a bag
In your shit lil' pussy but your mama sad
Y'all screamin' die bitch

Stomp you in the mud
Screamin' die bitch
In the air I'm goin' crazy
Bitch I'm tryna up the scope

Tryna wipe y'all n****s nose
Bitch you started now it's up
Lil' uno got that fire tough
You already know what I'm on

On that 30 head baby shit
Wipe your n****s nose shit
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English

Clip your bell, bring it down
We're creating, we're about to sell
We're about to sell
We're trippin' on the track

We're smoking on that bitch ass
There ain't no city
Different mode, different breed
Ay bitch I'm back again

Bad bitches all dimes, they know I get it
AP on my wrist, I still don't know the time
T.V.s on me, dripping, your bitch lookin' like Jamaica Mines
Power, power, run up, yeah I hear this shit

Chopper spit it shit
Luke Kane how I'm feelin'
That's how I'm kickin' shit
Bruce Wayne, black on black, I skirt off in a whip

Bow, bow, hit it shit
Bow, bow, spit it shit
Smokin' on that gas, this right here gon' cause a heart attack
I am not a lover, lil' bitch, please don't get your heart attacked

Spin this block, swing that chopper back
Before we kick his door
Niggas say I'm a loser, check the scope
Bitch I am 10 and 0

Y'all ain't got no bodies or no choppers, time to up the scope
Hottest in my city, that's a fact
Bitch I'm next to blow
This a who, flock of father

People ask my name, who independent, I don't wanna say
Red rum, red rum, red rum
I'm talkin' red rum
We gon' drop out this bitch until the feds come

We gon' drop out this bitch until the feds come
All my killers, yeah they're ready
Screamin' red rum
How you talkin' bout drills

You ain't get your man killin'
How you talkin' bout drills
Bitch you know who did that
You know who did that

Bitch I'm a murderer
Boy you shouldn't have said that
Super thick, wait, she suck my dick
She got a super throat

Superman, all these n****s are supermans
They Satan hoes, love my gang
Remember all the days when we was Jane Coos
Boom, bow, bitch, get head in your sheet

They go uno, finish in the blitz
We ain't aimin' at your lips, bitch I'm aimin' at your head
Crashin' out, I feel just like I'm 38
In that tent, crashin' out

I almost spent 30 days
Yeah she ratchet and she bad, I told her throw that ass
On that net we're talkin' bout some cash
The boy your pocket size

Everyday we on your ass
Uno tryna get a bag
In your shit lil' pussy but your mama sad
Y'all screamin' die bitch

Stomp you in the mud
Screamin' die bitch
In the air I'm goin' crazy
Bitch I'm tryna up the scope

Tryna wipe y'all n****s nose
Bitch you started now it's up
Lil' uno got that fire tough
You already know what I'm on

On that 30 head baby shit
Wipe your n****s nose shit
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Writer: Li Uno
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bbg guapo - Red rum (feat. Li uno) Video
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Performed By: bbg guapo
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Li Uno
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