Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything Red, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Dont Crucify Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2013
Record label: Nyc haze entertainment
Song language: English
Everything Red |
| Used to be a 40oz nigga |
| Standin' on the corner no money for the Vodka |
| Now you see em' broke tell him holla, wanna throw him a couple dollars |
| Follow me, on Twitter follow me in the streets |
| Be on my 2Pac zone when I creep, and then I’m gone |
| Back on my gang shit, you know the chain sick |
| Throwin' up the roc tryna to figure out where Dame went |
| Aye now pop champagne |
| Tell them hoes that I’m in this bitch with Lil Wayne |
| We got Young Money, we got old money |
| We got Jay-z, Beyonce show money |
| We got Daniel Gibson and Keyshia Cole money |
| And we got haters but that better than no money |
| We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money |
| 2010, we comin' for your money |
| See red when I sleep |
| Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet |
| Catch a red eye private jet |
| That’s me red room for my dogs in the street |
| When you see me on the creep |
| Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats |
| When I get into the house we layin' over the sheets |
| Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet |
| Brrrat, Pearl white bugatti |
| Flash cash flag on the top |
| Spend a nigga band and we out, big money shit been 'bout |
| See this game blood |
| Nigga gave me the gang so I gave it to my bloods |
| MULA, Fresh with the new fleet |
| All red Y-M-C-M-B (so priceless) |
| Big money on the white sheets |
| Mil how we sleep, presidential suites |
| A-K's on the harley |
| Maserati, keep me a farely |
| And my Bentley with the black mag |
| Brand new Porsche strap stashed |
| Twenty two in my Benz jeep |
| Chopper long on the back seat |
| See red when I sleep |
| Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet |
| Catch a red eye private jet |
| That’s me red room for my dogs in the street |
| When you see me on the creep |
| Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats |
| When I get into the house we layin' over the sheets |
| Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet |
| Take the chopper out the trunk and go east-side with it |
| Split a nigga in two, make a peace sign with him |
| Play with the pussy, put the peace sign in it |
| I never thought I’d see a fuckin' free me sign nigga |
| Young Carter, niggas know I’m blood |
| Bad red bone sittin' in my tub |
| I ball hard I don’t need a sub |
| Break yo bitch ass off like a ticket stub |
| What it do, I’ll show you what it does |
| And everybody knows real bees don’t buzz |
| Pull up in the drop top off where she was |
| And later on tonight I’m forget who she was |
| Pimpin ain’t easy, no pimpin' ain’t Weezy |
| Got too many bloods, I could never be anemic |
| You know my motto, put it in the air |
| And I fuck with the game, like a true player |
| See red when I sleep |
| Got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet |
| Catch a red eye private jet |
| That’s me red room for my dogs in the street |
| When you see me on the creep |
| Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats |
| When I get into the house we layin' over the sheets |
| Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet |