Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil' red , by - D Smoke. Song from the album Inglewood High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WoodWorks
Song language: English
Lil' red |
| Supa Good, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Mmh |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Took that game to the head (Head) |
| Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) |
| Bookbag hang with a TEC (With a TEC) |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) |
| Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) |
| Papi chained in the feds (Feds) |
| Rocky, bang with the best (Best) |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Ego big, lil' legs (Legs) |
| Skinny kid with plenty friends |
| Streets got him caught up in a lil' wet |
| Lil' wine, lil' bread (Lil' bread) |
| Communion with the bigheads (Heads) |
| The OG’s told him he the homie |
| Sold him on the dream and gave him lil' cred |
| Save your soul, lil' nigga |
| Pave your own, lil' nigga |
| He wasn’t tryna hear that |
| Time went on, a real killer |
| Was born alone and real bitter |
| Wasn’t the one to get at |
| Brrat, brrat, let it go like a merry-go-round |
| Hit the ground as soon as a nigga hear that |
| Then exit with finesse and skip the lecture |
| Can’t share space like the Knicks and Nets, the kid’s the best |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Took that game to the head (Head) |
| Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) |
| Bookbag hang with a TEC (Ayy) |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) |
| Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) |
| Papi chained in the feds (Feds) |
| Rocky, bang with the best, uh (Yeah) |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Sería mejor conocerle |
| Vería dolor en las calles mai' y no tiene amor pa' no ser |
| Ya se lo acostumbró, a monstruos, y no pudo bajar, tuvo sed |
| Fuentes violentes, inocentes cayeron, en todos lugares el cohete trajeron |
| Chinga a los que me griten y dicen que no debo vivir así, él dijo |
| Miren a mí y me busca, no buscan sus propias vidas, mami, estoy listo |
| Pa' cualquiera |
| Y lo que será, será |
| Pistolas en bocas de enemigos |
| Dijo cállete el hocico, tritos |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Took that game to the head |
| Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) |
| Bookbag hang with a TEC (Yeah) |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red) |
| Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) |
| Papi chained in the feds (Feds) |
| Rocky, bang with the best (Yeah) |
| A lil' motherfucker with the will to kill |
| Another real motherfucker, he peeled his shield |
| And it never yielded, never been to Brazil, motherfucker |
| Never seen the other side of the wheel, motherfucker (He got) |
| Manipulated by the older generation |
| Never gave a fuck about they integration |
| Into a world where they had a label with patience |
| He’d rather have them flames in his laces |
| He’d rather make a name with the apes and |
| Go real and go at his own pace, yeah |
| Big barrel, ho, how that ho taste? |
| Beat the case, call that nigga OJ |
| Dinner for breakfast |
| Enter the door that presented no exits |
| Never explore but he built to endure so he still may connect it |
| And come out with a lesson, for now he just Lil' Red |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Took that game to the head |
| Cook that slang for the bread |
| Bookbag hang with a TEC |
| Lil' Red, Lil' Red |
| Got three chains on his neck |
| Papi chained in the feds |
| Rocky, bang with the best |