Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red 2 Go, artist - Danny Brown. Album song Old, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fool's Gold
Song language: English
Red 2 Go |
| Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey |
| I’m sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal |
| And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar |
| The next time that I see ya bro |
| Bet yo ass still won’t be tight |
| The size of my dick nigga, every pussy tight |
| I write all night til the sun comes up |
| Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts |
| Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission |
| Yo bitch want the stick shift, no transmission |
| Dawg, I’m on a mission, you’re playing exhibition |
| On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin |
| Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in |
| Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin |
| Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin' |
| Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken |
| Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring |
| Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons |
| Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese |
| Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete |
| The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy |
| Popped a couple pills, eye’s glowing like Belly |
| Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle |
| Detroit nigga, but I’m smokin' on LA |
| And is anybody nervous? |
| I’m red to go |
| I said is anybody worried? |
| I’m red to go |
| Is anybody scared? |
| I’m red to go |
| Well I used to be afraid |
| I’m red to go |
| Tired of where I came from but know where I’m goin' |
| Tears in my eyes cause I’m smokin' on an onion |
| Aroma on that 'etra scary and McNairy |
| Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries |
| Blowjobs from model twins |
| Doin' drugs with acronyms |
| So many lines thought this shit was bush garden |
| Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka |
| Hotel room like a hair metal concert |
| This blonde made the dick do the spring on |
| You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka |
| Remember nigga used to eat shit that didn’t match |
| Like cornbeef hash and some fuckin' Apple Jacks |
| Used to bag up the packs at every night |
| Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn’t waste it on the mic |
| So I waste every night, everything came with rice |
| And I knew I wouldn’t write |
| So I got my ass up, fuck dependin' on luck |
| Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks |
| Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low |
| Now my self esteem is astral |
| Lookin' at this cash flow |
| Did it my way, I ain’t nobody ho |
| I’m bout to pimp the rap game |
| Bitch I’m red to go |