Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Night, artist - WARHOL.SS. Album song Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Warhol.ss
Song language: English
Red Night |
Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body |
Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body |
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky |
We don’t stop at red lights |
Cracking me a red pint |
Red beam, red pipe |
Red cream, rare Sprite |
Rare king, rare ice |
YSL, real tight |
Walking with a long pipe |
If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night |
I been on a long flight, I know this shit overdue |
But I had to pour the red in the Sprite, make it new |
Make it international, catch me in ya' country, bitch |
Bend it over, make it split |
Suck the dick with plenty spit |
I can’t be a fool, bitch |
We gon' make a movie, flick |
Beat it 'til I’m losing it |
Big boy, Rolls Royce, riding in a big whip |
Seeing stars in this shit, how you not gon' fuck the clique? |
Sippin' water is essential, I got Fiji for these bitches |
Poppin' percocet, I’m itchin', got anxiety, I’m twitchin' |
Big racks, big rocks for a thot and she gon'- |
Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body |
Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body |
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky |
We don’t stop at red lights |
Cracking me a red pint |
Red beam, red pipe |
Red cream, rare Sprite |
Rare king, rare ice |
YSL, real tight |
Walking with a long pipe |
If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night |
She act like a bird, kick her to the curb |
I ain’t got no time to kick it with these goofy hoes |
Kickin' shit like Rubio, like a movie role |
Balling out, pick and roll |
Beat this shit, I hit the store |
Fuck this shit, I been on, |
I got hoes, they on flip phones |
I got niggas, they gon' creep, |
Thirty thousand on the flight, |
Chain on, chain on, I got ice, bitch |
Turn her on, light switch |
Switch swag, |
Blew a bag on my niggas 'cause it’s 'bout the loyalty |
King shit, we royalty |
Niggas ain’t comparing me |
Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body |
Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body |
Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky |
We don’t stop at red lights |
Cracking me a red pint |
Red beam, red pipe |
Red cream, rare Sprite |
Rare king, rare ice |
YSL, real tight |
Walking with a long pipe |
If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night |