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Artiste : Calboy
Titre : Red Dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah
DY Krazy

Livin´ life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit

Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead

You know that lil´ ho not my lover, she a Billie Jean
At 2 AM I´m up here drunk, I´m off that Hennessy
Might stretch this lil´ Toyota, turn that bitch to Limousine
And I lost my brother he in his feels, he wasn´t even in his league
I was so devilish in these streets, I can´t expect help from God

Niggas be wolves in sheep clothes and niggas can´t even help their fraud
And they was just hopin´ I was gon´ fail and then I beat the odds
And I was like free my brother Solo, wish they had see-through walls
I told you them niggas ain´t your mans, them boys been duckin´ them calls
I heard them niggas ain´t send no bread but they was trappin´ out them halls
And I put a contract on a niggas head, he better watch how he talk
And I leave a nigga right where he stand, talkin´ like I ain´t no boss
And we can´t tolerate disrespect, you know that lil´ shit cost
And you know that´s water ´round a young nigga neck, you know that lil´ shit Voss

I was in the Neiman´s spent a lil´ check and I got a strap when I walk
Lil´ bro the demon and he on that, he gon´ knock you off

Livin´ life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit

Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead

Thinkin´ ´bout Tim Tim when I´m on tour, wish you were next to me
For your birthday, I popped a deuce, I was rollin´ off ecstasy
You was one of ours so we want blood, it´s hard to let it be
Got the opps so mad, them niggas can´t wait to take my breath from me
My Glock make music, Glizzy singin´ like a melody
I´m a squeeze my .40 before I let you get the best of me
Plus, I´m with some killers who gon´ shoot, that bitch aggressively

Stay with my slimes they´ll wipe your nose, that´s if you step to me
We was in them trenches dodgin´ bullets and them felonies
Where I come from, 21 years old is a age you´re blessed to see
Snitchin´ at an all-time high in these streets ain´t no integrity
I´m cold-hearted so I iced out my accessories

Livin´ life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead

Let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead