Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Red, artist - Stix.
Date of issue: 29.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Red |
Why they got us living on the edge |
Brothers dying from they colors, I’m just tryna get the bread |
Same gun up in Iraq, same one under da bed |
But forreal I ain’t lying I don’t know no Dirty Red |
That brother man, climbing thru yo window |
Hitting every block, Im gonna spit it with my fif flow |
He done ran through swans, he done shot up the lanes |
Village boys want’em, elm st want the same |
Nigga, … he prolly stole that rock |
, aye he hiding from the cops he’ll proally get you shot |
Say goodnight, police used they chalk |
The blocc be fucking hot, the hood straight out the wok |
…aye I put that on my pro-wings, it don’t matter if you don’t bang |
Nigga yo daddy dope slang, and whatever hood he selling that |
Yo affiliation, jumped on or not, if you make it get to thanking |
Selfie stick be doble barrels, wrong word’ll have you dead |
Tell me whats the procedure, when a gun up at yo head |
Same gun up in Iraq, same one under da bed |
But forreal I ain’t lying I don’t know no Dirty Red |
Trump just did a deal with the UAE |
I bet you thinking what the fuck that got to do with me |
The maker of bullets flying out in the middle east |
Here, The same ones got us yelling out Rest in piece |
Politics, who is Lockhead Martin |
Oh he was married Gina, he best friend by Cole |
Shit this world be cole Jermaine Keyshia and north pole |
We done fucked off the polls, melania can get this pole |
Vote for her, trigger finger fuck |
In the cell you fucked in the wrong hood you fucked, we fucked |
Bystander better run, less you catching |
Bruce Leroy or its heaven, if pray for the prey is I pagan |
We rob because the po low Ralph Lauren don’t know |
My chaps competing its complex the hammers mark ecko |
(rrrrrrrraaaaaaa) who cares it don’t matters |
Where yo momma stay it matters, just put a hole through yo matter |
Selfie stick be doble barrels, wrong word’ll have you dead |
Tell me whats the procedure, when a gun up at yo head |
Same gun up in Iraq, same one under da bed |
But forreal I ain’t lying I don’t know no Dirty Red |