this kinda a love song - redda lyrics
[intro]
(i love you)
[chorus]
keep f*ckin’ that b*tch, keep f*ckin’ that ho, yeah, i think i’m in love
keep thinkin’ to myself, “what am i doin’, man, what have i done?”
my b*tch told me, ”let go of the drugs” and i told her, “i will, baby, trust”
yeah, yeah, i’m just tryna have me some fun, i remember them days in them slums
yeah, redda had money, was never a bum
think you’re sizing me, you get hit with the drum
he keep talkin’ that sh*t, p*ssy boy, is you drunk?
i get money, get money, call me lil’ trump
try me, we gon’ hit you, lil’ punk
try the gang, hit that boy with a pump
in the h*llcat them drugs in the trunk
i just bought mе a new louis trunk
i’m goin’ insane, i’m on that x
’cause i’m goin’ insanе, i keep f*ckin’ my ex
everyday i’m collecting them checks
i just do it, just like nike, check
and she screamin’ my name off during s*x
everyday i wake up to that face, man, i’m blessed
she got white ass t**th, call it crest
that b*tch perfect, she good, she correct
[verse]
huh, i don’t think that i could live without her
she way too bad, she way too beautiful, better than a perc’
i’m ’bouta run up the bag and get me some millions, i spend ’em all on her
i’m spending a bag, but you know it’s okay, you know i put in work
yeah, i got a new demon girl and she got lil’ redda goin’ insane
yeah, i wanna marry this b*tch, but i’m not even knowing her name
i’m in love with this b*tch, yeah, i know i should leave her, i’m ready for pain (yeah)
i know i should leave her, i feel like i just got hit by a train, oh
i’m in la and i’m goin’ too fast, b*tch, i might die
ain’t know that i’m getting the money, yo, where it that go?
come and catch me outside, and i’m ridin’ ’round town with that fire
wanna f*ck with the gang, you could try, yeah, we gon’ k!ll that lil’ b*tch like a fly, yeah
yeah, huh*huh, everybody got they bet on me
yeah, it’s a big drank, got that red on me
talkin’ sh*t, when i seen him, he fled on me
i stomp him out, he bled on me
i took his b*tch, she gettin’ on me
she layin’ down like it’s a bed on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she ’bouta give me some head on me (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
keep f*ckin’ that b*tch, keep f*ckin’ that ho, yeah, i think i’m in love
keep thinkin’ to myself, “what am i doin’, man, what have i done?”
my b*tch told me, “let go of the drugs” and i told her, “i will, baby, trust”
yeah, yeah, i’m just tryna have me some fun, i remember them days in them slums
yeah, redda had money, was never a bum
think you’re sizing me, you get hit with the drum
he keep talkin’ that sh*t, p*ssy boy, is you drunk?
i get money, get money, call me lil’ trump
try me, we gon’ hit you, lil’ punk
try the gang, hit that boy with a pump
in the h*llcat them drugs in the trunk
i just bought me a new louis trunk
i’m goin’ insane, i’m on that x
’cause i’m goin’ insane, i keep f*ckin’ my ex
everyday i’m collecting them checks
i just do it, just like nike, check
and she screamin’ my name off during s*x
everyday i wake up to that face, man, i’m blessed
she got white ass t**th, call it crest
that b*tch perfect, she good, she correct
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