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whole lotta red - 24lefteye lyrics

king champ on the beat

[chorus]
am i intruder
cause a n*gga want the drop
these n*ggas playing boy i see a whole lotta red (whole lotta red)
made a tape about my life
money on my head (money on my head)
pour me up i like sprites when you aim the meds
f*f*fingering my glock like we having s*x
man this sh*t like origami why these n*ggas fold
we can’t k!ll that n*gga then you know we catching woes (woa)
i just put a b*tch on spirit then she took my soul (soul)

[verse]
before the money i see dead pеople
oh you seen dead peoplе (huh)
but we seen dead people (ugh)
money on my head guess i’m getting richer (getting rich)
yo shooter posed to shot me why you pay your shooter (why you paid)
way she talk to him will k!ll he vibe (f*ck f*ck)
whole lotta red leave a n*gga blind
hanging out the window like a n*gga with some f*cking blinds
5*5 ain’t lie man that n*gga mama nearly died (blatt blatt)
it’s a whole lotta red but the n*ggas still pouring up green (green)
and i tell that lil n*gga to pull up right now me and lotto gonna clear the whole scene (foh foh foh)
and you think that you pulling up deep we k!ll your whole team and leave you extinct (…)
your shooter on the ice right now he rolling around he don’t need a rink (lets go)
playing lil boy i got carti (carti)
when i look through my lenses it’s a whole lotta red
i ain’t been the same since his brother died (brother died)
smoking on the sosa got me traumatized (traumatized)
60 b*i*f not 285 (85)
[chorus]
am i intruder
cause a n*gga want the drop
these n*ggas playing boy i see a whole lotta red (whole lotta red)
made a tape about my life
money on my head (money on my head)
pour me up i like sprites when you aim the meds
f*f*fingering my glock like we having s*x
man this sh*t like origami why these n*ggas fold
we can’t k!ll that n*gga then you know we catching woes (woa)
i just put a b*tch on spirit then she took my soul (soul)

[verse]
glock won’t milly rock we just play with glocks
choppa out the window and you know we let it chop (chop)
oh that boy your twin we turn his dreads red
if he no p*ssy n*gga then why he got his nails did (nails did)
and we landed with no dime you can smell the sosa
nah i ain’t landed with no dime when they flip you over
i be in the red sea like the n*gga moses
hit him with the lil uzi he a f*ckin poser
mafia 1*6*7 that’s my culture …..
n*ggas say homicide i don’t give a f*ck a murder
n*ggas know i play for keep me …
stick baby heard they seen him tried burnt his ass
[chorus]
am i intruder
cause a n*gga want the drop
these n*ggas playing boy i see a whole lotta red (whole lotta red)
made a tape about my life
money on my head (money on my head)
pour me up i like sprites when you aim the meds
f*f*fingering my glock like we having s*x
man this sh*t like origami why these n*ggas fold
we can’t k!ll that n*gga then you know we catching woes (woa)
i just put a b*tch on spirit then she took my soul (soul)

- 24lefteye lyrics

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