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Jetana - red wine Lyrics



Jetana - red wine Lyrics




Crack in my rock, yeah, my bitch is cooler (bitch is cooler)
F*ck with slime, yeah, we shoot at your dulla (shoot at your dulla)
Yeah Yeah, F*ck with slime, yeah, we take off your dulla (take off your dulla)
Hang with junkies, yeah, they gon' shoot you (shoot you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they ask what's in the cooler, I told them "whats after seven?" (eight)
Yeah, he f*ck round in my section, Yeah, he get sent straight to heaven, uh
Chrome Heart on the sleeve, yeah (Chrome Heart on the sleeve, yeah)

The pills start with a P, but it's labeled as T
Say it one more time, what the f*ck is happenin' to me
F*ck it, Imma metamorphosis, F*ck it, Imma metamorphosize, yeah
They can't be like me, nah, they cannot see like me, yeah
What the f*ck, uh, Chrome Heart on my eyes aint asleep
F*ck it, I got Matt Hardy on my Tee, yeah, On my Tee, yeah, on my Tee, yeah (on my tee, yeah)

I done levelled up, no, I can't be caught, wearing Stüssy
They don't understand, why I decide to dress like this (yeah)
They don't understand, why I don't wanna be their friend, yeah, friend, yeah, friend, yeah

X him out, nah, that shit on my mama, uh, huh (that shit on my mama)
When I make it out, they gon' say they knew it out yeah, huh, huh
When I make it out, they gon' wanna be my friend, yeah
No, I cannot let them in, Red cough medicine (Rikodene)
Scratchin' like a junkie, but I'm itchin' for bucks, yeah, yeah
She tryna f*ck with me, nah, bitch, she a bop
Gotta focus on doin' me, yeah, I'm makin' all these bucks
Wearin' white pants, I told my mum I spilled wine on'em (Rikodene)

Designer bitch, came my way, she said she wanna f*ck
F*ck it, I made that bitch my lil tuck, yeah (my lil tuck, yeah)
Smoking runtz, high as f*ck, make her flirt, marijuana (marijuana), marijuana, yeah
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Crack in my rock, yeah, my bitch is cooler (bitch is cooler)
F*ck with slime, yeah, we shoot at your dulla (shoot at your dulla)
Yeah Yeah, F*ck with slime, yeah, we take off your dulla (take off your dulla)
Hang with junkies, yeah, they gon' shoot you (shoot you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they ask what's in the cooler, I told them "whats after seven?" (eight)
Yeah, he f*ck round in my section, Yeah, he get sent straight to heaven, uh
Chrome Heart on the sleeve, yeah (Chrome Heart on the sleeve, yeah)

The pills start with a P, but it's labeled as T
Say it one more time, what the f*ck is happenin' to me
F*ck it, Imma metamorphosis, F*ck it, Imma metamorphosize, yeah
They can't be like me, nah, they cannot see like me, yeah
What the f*ck, uh, Chrome Heart on my eyes aint asleep
F*ck it, I got Matt Hardy on my Tee, yeah, On my Tee, yeah, on my Tee, yeah (on my tee, yeah)

I done levelled up, no, I can't be caught, wearing Stüssy
They don't understand, why I decide to dress like this (yeah)
They don't understand, why I don't wanna be their friend, yeah, friend, yeah, friend, yeah

X him out, nah, that shit on my mama, uh, huh (that shit on my mama)
When I make it out, they gon' say they knew it out yeah, huh, huh
When I make it out, they gon' wanna be my friend, yeah
No, I cannot let them in, Red cough medicine (Rikodene)
Scratchin' like a junkie, but I'm itchin' for bucks, yeah, yeah
She tryna f*ck with me, nah, bitch, she a bop
Gotta focus on doin' me, yeah, I'm makin' all these bucks
Wearin' white pants, I told my mum I spilled wine on'em (Rikodene)

Designer bitch, came my way, she said she wanna f*ck
F*ck it, I made that bitch my lil tuck, yeah (my lil tuck, yeah)
Smoking runtz, high as f*ck, make her flirt, marijuana (marijuana), marijuana, yeah
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Writer: John Atanasovski
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Performed By: Jetana
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: John Atanasovski

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