Paroles de la chanson Red Rum (Freestyle) par Lil Darius
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Paroles de la chanson Red Rum (Freestyle) par Lil Darius
(Jordjii on the track)
They tryna feel some love, I'm tryna fill 'em up with switches
I stayed to myself, try not to put my trust in bitches
I'm only seeing me, so I don't trip about competition
I been running from karma, one day I'll face my consequences
I got power, I can ghost a nigga when I drop that 50
I'm throwin' 'bows to all the bros, but I ain't workin' in no kitchen
Ain't talking grammar, you wanted commas, went and gave my bro a sentence
No Travis Scott, you'll die in the crowd if you take my pendant
I don't play about my gang, I don't play about my chain
I done finally got some money, but Lil Darius still the same
I was born into this lifestyle like 50 on raising Kannan
I ran up fifty thousand in the trap before I ever had got famous
Rockin' Amiris like they cheap, I'm having blues like the sea
Real love for lil' Reek, try him, I'll put you underneath
Keep drums like Tay Keith, but no, I don't make beats
I gotta keep that fire, won't let them boys take me
I don't play about my gang, I don't play about my chain
I done finally got some money, but Lil Darius still the same
I was born into this lifestyle like 50 on raising Kannan
I ran up fifty thousand in the trap before I ever had got famous
Rockin' Amiris like they cheap, I'm having blues like the sea
Real love for lil' Reek, try him, I'll put you underneath
Keep drums like Tay Keith, but no, I don't make beats
I gotta keep that fire, won't let them boys take me
You know I can't let them take me, momma, before I go out, put them under
In Vegas pourin' up them 4's, like Baby, ain't never met lil' Stunna
Like Nick keep a canon, got more sticks than a drummer
Turning glizzies to a choppa with this switch like a murder
Nobody didn't believe in me, now everybody proud of me
I can't give up on working extra hard because they doubted me
I just want ma' to give head like I went to school for cosmetology
Know my haters mad as fuck because I'm farther than I ought to be
Walk in the club, we having shots, so fuck the bar
In Vegas pourin' up them 4's, like Baby, ain't never met lil' Stunna
Like Nick keep a canon, got more sticks than a drummer
Turning glizzies to a choppa with this switch like a murder
Nobody didn't believe in me, now everybody proud of me
I can't give up on working extra hard because they doubted me
I just want ma' to give head like I went to school for cosmetology
Know my haters mad as fuck because I'm farther than I ought to be
Walk in the club, we having shots, so fuck the bar
Ain't washing whips, we catch a opp', wet up the car
I fuck wit' Baby, 4 Pockets Full, never been to the spot
Like Will Smith at the Oscar, I was outside slappin' rocks
Never burned my wrist, I'm still riding 'round with firearms
Done took so many losses, just thanking God that I finally won
People feel my music, like a a pedophile, it be touching souls
Doing back flips, hit his ass, no murder, this that red rum
Red rum, Red rum, red rum
Bitch, I know I'm dead wrong
Red rum, red rum, red rum
I fuck wit' Baby, 4 Pockets Full, never been to the spot
Like Will Smith at the Oscar, I was outside slappin' rocks
Never burned my wrist, I'm still riding 'round with firearms
Done took so many losses, just thanking God that I finally won
People feel my music, like a a pedophile, it be touching souls
Doing back flips, hit his ass, no murder, this that red rum
Red rum, Red rum, red rum
Bitch, I know I'm dead wrong
Red rum, red rum, red rum
Bitch, I know I'm dead wrong
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