Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RedRum (Murder) , by - D-LoRelease date: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
RedRum (Murder) |
| Flow is at it, nigga |
| It’s your nigga D-Lo |
| Pulled up down South, striped up |
| I ain’t talking laptops when I’m at your max, bro |
| All this gold on my neck, gotta keep a night on me |
| I think I’m I had to get me, try to shine on me! |
| Man, I owe J Simpson, bitch |
| It’s in my blood, I’ll be pimping, bitches |
| Look, I’ll be mobbing nigga, straight killer |
| I’ve been balling nigga, I’m Don Willard |
| I’ve been killing these bitches, and murdering these niggas |
| Finger fucking on my chick, look! |
| I’m well respected, I don’t play around |
| Them 223s I knock them dead down |
| I’m tripping on these niggas, I got my eye on 'em |
| Catching my side of the club, pull this nine on me |
| All the nigga see is in a black Benz |
| Close ring, I don’t even have to wear a |
| I got my pistol in the club, nigga! |
| Ain’t no searching us, all my niggas murders |
| You say you’re gang bang, never heard of it |
| I’ve been killing these beasts, I’m a murderer! |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| I’ve been killing these bitches, I’ve been killing these bitches |
| Killing these bitches? |
| First on, shut out to the cars and blunts |
| Ain’t shit in my books, except for guns and drugs |
| Feel like damn, how you got it, with 'em |
| Cause the shoes, my performing equipment |
| Tried to pull my pistol out, nigga I call it my zipper |
| Is either you’re my dick, and I ain’t giving my dick up! |
| But the way palls get beat up in the bar, ass nigga |
| Boys in the hood let me at the car, ass nigga! |
| Powering up, shoot your date in your face |
| in my face tats |
| I can make these villains fly, higher till your ears pop |
| You don’t know how long, I’ve been tweeting for a tear drop |
| In New Orleans shots, pops, ain’t no beers drop |
| I’m from New Orleans, we don’t really drink 40s |
| Flow dilo, bootie strap, what you gonna do? |
| Fuck around, get touched like a displaced shoe |
| I got my pistol in the club, nigga! |
| Ain’t no searching us, all my niggas murders |
| You say you’re gang bang, never heard of it |
| I’ve been killing these beasts, I’m a murderer! |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| I’ve been killing these bitches, I’ve been killing these bitches |
| Killing these bitches? |
| inside where is like oh, dwag |
| Throwing bullets at a nigga like |
| All I know, better duck when it let |
| Leave a nigga stressed out if you flex, hoe |
| Hoes, but I can get your ass touching |
| Got shooters on my team, and all them niggas clutched down |
| Roll up, and smoke it like a Dutch |
| I can get your ass gone, I ain’t gonna say much |
| Niggas better knew I got my pistol in the club |
| So you can catch a and get your ass dropped |
| East Side my game, put that on parole |
| I get a gang, and niggas just slide through |
| And I ain’t scared of shit, boy, fear none |
| Too many fake niggas, I’m the real one! |
| Wear seatbelt, nigga, when I wear straps |
| Ain’t talking when I get that ass clapped |
| I got my pistol in the club, nigga! |
| Ain’t no searching us, all my niggas murders |
| You say you’re gang bang, never heard of it |
| I’ve been killing these beasts, I’m a murderer! |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| Redrum, redrum, redrum |
| I’ve been killing these bitches, I’ve been killing these bitches |
| Killing these bitches? |