Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paint The Town Red, artist - Shy Glizzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
Paint The Town Red |
| It’s Balik |
| Yeah |
| Young Jefe, holmes |
| Oh |
| Standin' on the block, on my head |
| My wish was, to get rich |
| I got big homies, but they dead |
| I got long money, stack that bread |
| Bitch we run the town, heard what I said |
| I’ll take down, paint it red |
| Bad bitches on, they gimme head |
| Free my rich niggas, out the feds |
| When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night |
| She say «Shawty, what that bag look like?» |
| She like to party, but he gon' get 'em out right |
| Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight |
| Ever since I was a youngin', I seen you pussy niggas hatin' |
| I’ma put on my youngins, and I’ma be proud to see 'em make it |
| A nigga ain’t give me shit, nah, nah, y’all gon' see me take it |
| When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces |
| My bitch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg |
| Her bag cost fifteen-thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg |
| Runnin' from mad dawgs, told my nigga, don’t get bagged, dawg |
| Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, thats what that new G Wag cost |
| Need me a bitch gon' ride with me, need a bitch gon' vibe with me |
| Nah, them niggas ain’t none of my friends, they ain’t gon' slide with me |
| How the fuck you gonna call yourself a Glizzy? |
| Niggas ain’t even tied with me |
| Bitch, I seen your DM, I’m busy, now she wanna go Live with me |
| Dime piece the team, yeah, side piece amazin' |
| She got this dick, she say «I see now why your bitch so crazy» |
| She told me I’m number one, Tracy McGrady |
| I’m havin' fun and you got none, these niggas hate me |
| Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick |
| These ain’t no .380s, shawty, this extended clip |
| See, this ain’t no regular pistol, it came with a kit |
| Had a bitch out way in Europe, that bitch was a trip |
| Gave that bitch my digits, but I know she want a ticket |
| Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it |
| Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it |
| Stock it, then I flip, it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it |
| Southeast savage, bitch, I ain’t average |
| Came up out that gutter, now the nigga livin' lavish |
| Shoppin' sprees in Paris, bitch I’m mad rich |
| Rep that Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got more guns than a terrorist |
| Standin' on the block, on my head |
| My wish was, to get rich |
| I got big homies, but they dead |
| I got long money, stack that bread |
| Bitch we run the town, heard what I said |
| I’ll take down, paint it red |
| Bad bitches on, they gimme head |
| Free my rich niggas, out the feds |
| When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night |
| She say «Shawty, what that bag look like?» |
| She like to party, but he gon' get 'em out right |
| Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight |