| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Man I swear, c’mon, c’mon', c’mon
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| I’m talkin' 'bout killers and lovers, you feel me?
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| Triple-X done got here, gang
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| Gang, gang, gang gang gang
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| Gang, gang, gang gang gang
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| Gang, gang, gang gang gang
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| Gang, gang, gang, uh
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| They just hit me with a murder I ain’t even know about
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| Tryna tell me stay quiet but this ain’t your mouth
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| VV’s all up in my tuwop, lookin' like a crown
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| I’m that youngin who gon' drop from the down south
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| Free my youngins, we the youngins, do that shit without the clout
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| I ain’t stuntin', I ain’t frontin', run up on me, man down
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| I got youngins, I got youngins right now laid up in the ground
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| Ain’t no disrespect for nothin', you know all these niggas wild
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| You be sayin' that you love me, still don’t think that you my wife
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| I be gettin' to this money, niggas know I had to grind
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| If they take everything from me, they gon' leave me with my pride
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| If they take my brother from me then a nigga gotta die
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| Triple-X, ain’t no I, I got exes askin' why
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| If I’m lyin' then I’m flyin', Bob Marley in the sky
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| C’mon, I’m the sunrise, c’mon, I got nine lives
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| I be up packed in your live, I done repacked up them nines
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| Ayy red rum, that be murder 'em
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| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
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| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals
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| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon
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| Red rum, that be murder 'em
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| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
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| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals
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| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous
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| All this money on Lil Soldier got her curious
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| Yeah I know you furious 'cause I talk delirious
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| All I know is get it up, make a nigga give it up
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| Soldier got the pistol tucked, with lil Benos in the cut
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| Crackers tryna cut a deal, tell 'em I need big bucks
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| I could go right back to jackin' but a nigga out here rappin'
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| And you know I’m still ratchet, came up in here with my ratchet
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| And I know you got a tool but tell me who gon' really clap it
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| I just popped up like it’s magic, I need Oscars, I need Grammys
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| I just drop that real for your ear, go and tell your mammy
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| You know that Lil Soldier daddy, 100 Bands forever lastin'
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| Put that on the gang, they gon' pull up, bro we never lackin'
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| Ayy red rum, that be murder 'em
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| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
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| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals
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| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon
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| Red rum, that be murder 'em
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| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
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| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals
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| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Rum , by - Soldier Kidd. Song from the album Killerz and Loverz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп