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kode red - liljitm3n lyrics

[intro]
ha
p*ssy b*tch, huh
they done let the demon out the cage, p*ssy b*tch
no cap, let me talk my sh*t

[chorus]
i really wanna pop a n*gga, trigger finger itchin’
let a n*gga speak on hot or even f*ckin’ mention
pop a n*gga top, i’m full of drugs, i’m not kiddin’
molly in my cup, it’s easter pink, i’m steady sippin’ (lean)
f*ck what they say, i keep a k, i’m pistol grippin’ (blatt*blatt)
let a n*gga play, i’ll let it spray and i’m not missin’ (b*tch)
f*ck n*gga, better thank god that you’re livin’ (uh)
ask your f*cking partner in the dirt how he feelin’ (baow)

[verse 1]
b*tch, i’m off the molly, out my body, totin’ poles
and i keep a shotty, on my mommy, that’s on bro (uh*huh)
shorty call me papi, she a thotty, she on go (uh*huh)
let her eat the d*ck but she say it hurt her throat (duh)
talking all that cap, f*ck n*gga, blow your block down
paint his face red, leave him dead, he get shot down
my momma tell me chill ’cause i always got my glock out (b*tch)
rolling off a pill, catch a opp, he get popped now
[chorus]
i really wanna pop a n*gga, trigger finger itchin’ (b*tch)
let a n*gga speak on hot or even f*ckin’ mention
pop a n*gga top, i’m full of drugs, i’m not kiddin’
molly in my cup, it’s easter pink, i’m steady sippin’ (lean)
f*ck what they say, i keep a k, i’m pistol grippin’ (blatt)
let a n*gga play, i’ll let it spray and i’m not missin’
f*ck n*gga, better thank god that you’re livin’ (baow, baow)
ask your f*cking partner in the dirt how he feelin’

[verse 2]
and i keep a glizzy on my waist, back back (b*tch)
he wanna smoke, it’s up, put him in a body bag (b*tch)
if you came in this b*tch with a stick, stick it up
blow a n*gga brains if he talking like he tough
shot him in the face, now his mouth closed shut
think sh*t a game, i’ma bang, i’ma bust (b*tch)
p*ssy*ass n*gga, it go, “brrat, brrat, brrat” (brrat)
f*ck*ass n*gga, that’s the sound of that mac (brrat)
b*tch, i spin a bin, if i miss, i’m coming back (b*tch)
hop up out the jag’, grab the k, it’s all*black (uh)

[chorus]
i really wanna pop a n*gga, trigger finger itchin’ (b*tch)
let a n*gga speak on hot or even f*ckin’ mention
pop a n*gga top, i’m full of drugs, i’m not kiddin’ (on gang)
molly in my cup, it’s easter pink, i’m steady sippin’
f*ck what they say, i keep a k, i’m pistol grippin’
let a n*gga play, i’ll let it spray and i’m not missin’
f*ck n*gga, better thank god that you’re livin’
ask your f*cking partner in the dirt how he feelin’

- liljitm3n lyrics

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