Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Light, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Red Light |
| Red light, green light, go |
| Talk about the fast life, one night show (then again) |
| Block hot, stash box closed |
| You know I got it mapped out blacked out, woah (then again) |
| Stash box you could fit a grown man in a John Lennon suit |
| Shoot |
| Hit your shoulders start spinning |
| I be thinking 'bout my dog… |
| While I’m starring down the bottle head |
| Wish I could have stopped him then |
| But you gotta live and learn |
| Sour burn |
| Money be the only thing |
| Patience is a virtue, dedication: that be everything |
| Black and yellow diamonds |
| I be shinning like a Steeler |
| Game is to be sold, we got it sold like a dealer |
| Got a couple killings on my… |
| Niggas hatin' so my… |
| Hammer cocked |
| Fresh drop |
| Better watch your woman |
| Hottest out the city |
| Don’t be silly |
| Bitch I’m Cajun hot |
| Fuck a cheque, paper tag |
| Brown bag, latest drop |
| Look, I’m certified, all up over that stove mixin' |
| Rose and patron mixin,' 4 vixens |
| Weekends. |
| Nigga outta line, point the llama where your break is |
| Coke Boys We gets |
| Viscous on em' |
| Yellow and the white stones glisten on em' |
| R.Kelly days we was pissin' on em' |
| But you wifed her (ew) |
| Red light, green light |
| Homie what it beez like |
| Take a look, this is what them G’s like (see em') |
| I push up on your lady in a purple spider |
| Fith of lean, jolly rancher, shake the sprite up |
| Strictly 'bout my griz-ind |
| Niggas being stingy, ain’t no worries I’m gon' get mine (ugh) |
| You hear me though |
| Leave that crack baby alone |
| Fuck with a Coke Boy |
| For the low boy |
| Under the radar, call me low boy |
| I never slip |
| Gucci red bottoms got rubber grip |
| Chicken and waffles down in Atlanta on my southern shit (my southern shit) |
| From the shottie to the drugs, know I pump shit |
| From the slugs to the dubs, know I dump shit |
| Shells got him laying in the street, on some bum shit |
| All over some dumb shit |
| Now a nigga on that run shit |
| Bitches on some 'money make me cum' shit |
| My boy coke touch his gums leave it numb shit |
| I’m on some smoke sour all day, need another lung shit |
| You know I smoke after I bust on some gun shit |