| I’m a real, I’m a real
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| I’m a real deal slime
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| I’ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
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| Stack that money 'til I can’t no more (No more)
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| We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
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| How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
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| Straight from the bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
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| Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
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| Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
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| I stayed down lately, shawty, I’d die for you
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| Fuck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you?
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| I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
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| And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you
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| Who you judgin'? |
| I come up straight from the gutter
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| We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
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| I can buy a hatchback, but can’t buy my family back, my life nothin'
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| I want my Ne back, but I’m caught up with these hoes and I’m thuggin'
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| I’ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
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| Stack that money 'til I can’t no more (No more)
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| We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
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| How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
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| Straight from the bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
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| Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
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| Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
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| Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
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| But I’d fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
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| She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man
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| But the minute I wan' be alone, she don’t like that
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| I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
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| I ain’t wanna be nowhere but with you
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| From the bottom all the way back to my section
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| Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
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| Fuck chasin', I will not be through
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| I’m all caught up with money, like, «Fuck this dream, it ain’t nothin'»
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| And fuck these hoes that don’t love me, niggas don’t like how I be stuntin'
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| I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin
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| Diggin' 'but I ain’t searchin' for gold, I know I’m lookin' for somethin'
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| I’ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
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| Stack that money 'til I can’t no more (No more)
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| We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
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| How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
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| Straight from the bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
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| Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
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| Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (Yeah)
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| Yeah (Slime) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Eye, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп