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Dernière mise à jour le: 25 juillet 2017
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Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye Dre called, told my baby mama, "Won't you decide?" She chose Doc, first day I poured you aside Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride Before I turn on him I kill Satan And stick my red flag in the ground It's red nation Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, ho's and gamblers 98 degrees on Christmas Nigga, we rolling cannabis Swisher sweet, ain't it? I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual Ball by myself, nigga ocho, cinco Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes Che Guevara of the New Era, test me Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era Got that Natti on, tighter than a Magnum Walk in the club sagging with a .38 magnum Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like Lauren Her and the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms And all these hating ass niggas want me dead Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D. Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

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