Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RED STONE RUST, artist - Eric North. Album song DEATH OF ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2017
Record label: Eric North
Song language: English
RED STONE RUST |
Yeah |
Let’s get it poppin' like the pills inside my bitch’s spouse |
I do not coincide with fuck niggas talkin' out the mouth |
In a Range Rover, parked with a bitch |
And she give esophagus again, I’m smoking a spliff, shit |
Lotta niggas really starting to talk |
And boy, I’m really 'bout the action, so no talking involved |
I pull up with a whole clip, just to shoot up your bitch |
Niggas know I leave they shit bloody |
Like a hemorrhoid or period piss |
I don’t condone my existence |
The only reason I exist is just to bone all the bitches |
Coexisting ass niggas, boy, they don’t even get it |
I’m finna light this bitch up like white families and Christmas, shit |
Boy, he at it again |
I still ask why my friends told me pick up a pen |
This the worst they could’ve did to me, I’m cocky as shit |
Lightskin pretty nigga come to fuck on your bitch |
Niggas wanna talk but I’m not even with it |
Give a pussy boy a chance and he just not gone admit it |
Catch me wearing all black when the windows is tinted |
Niggas finna hit it off, we the new New Edition, shit |
So let’s take 'em to the back of the bus |
Finger fucking white women when the ante is up |
Pop an adderall to focus, yeah |
Your bitch wanna fuck me, yeah |
She all in my DM, yeah |
She swallow my semen, yeah |
Now she is my peon, yeah |
She even let me pee on, yeah |
She touching my penis, yeah |
Fuck her 'til she bleeding, yeah, oh |
All eyes on the kid |
16 with a blade, put an end to his kids |
Bullet holes in every section of his spouse and his limbs |
If a nigga talkin' smack up out the side of his lips |
His bitch give neck in the charger while I’m dodging the Benz |
Pop her little friend a xan and now they literal twins |
How many skinny white bitches can I fit in the club? |
Lil' lightskin shawty got her nut on my rug |
Bitch getting even wetter when I’m sipping a jug |
I don’t need a fucking plug, now watch me pour up the suds, nigga |
Lay me down to sleep |
Lay some ketamine in my head |
There ain’t no place I’d rather be |
Layin' on the streets, but I’m myself, I’m alive |
Lay me out, I’m coughing |
Place me above the so I bleed a little bit |
But I, I wish I was wrong |