Lyrics Eyes Red - Slim Guerilla, DJ Slim K

Eyes Red

Yeah you cry your eyes red cause she left you on read
Sippin' over ignant bitches man what’s going through your head
Worried ‘bout the wrong shit need to be about your bread
If it ain’t about a dollar I can’t figure out what she said
Gotta let you know came real slow with your money flow
Knock your hoe and we chillin' with some fried chicken and french toast
All my niggas stumped down so we don’t gotta tip toe
Players never thirsty baby I just need my chance hoe
Stick to that paper chasin'
Niggas is twitter datin'
Whip out the wrong things you fucking up your concentration
Hoe I ain’t perpetratin', pimping the circulation
Under some palm trees while my chicken is marinatin'
I’m a passion nigga always gotta eat good
I don’t really smoke but my niggas rolling woods
Wanna stop a player i know you wish a nigga would
Lsa up in my cup you know i keep it raw