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beef wit' lettuce - reddo lyrics

[intro]
boom, boom
bing

[chorus]
grind ’til the end of the credits
i don’t mix beef wit’ lettuce
i want the top, or head it
ride wit’ that glock, don’t test it
on the come-up, i’ma bet it
all in her mouth like she said it
nut in her eye now she ready
she get your bottle, she breaded
shawty not petty like betty
you know we ready spaghetti
lot on my mind and it’s heavy
been had a blue hunned fetish
too much paper, it can’t get shredded
hate can’t get to me ’cause i won’t let it
gang stayed down when sh-t got heavy
still got two guns, i been was ready
no, i won’t run when the pain get heavy
these n-gg-s my sons, i’m sorry i left ’em

[verse]
i don’t mix beef wit’ the cheese
money fall down on your head like leaves
reddo john madden, i don’t know about steve
knew that i had it ’cause they played me overseas
car push-start but it still got keys
on wockhardt, i heart codeine
plans of goin’ far ’cause i’m chasin’ these dreams
yeah, n-body can stop you but you
i saw that light when i looked at my jewels
you’ll be aight, everybody ridicule
glock got sight, it peek at you
and it’s gon’ spit when i click
you ain’t gettin’ no money, you ain’t takin’ no risks
you set your goals, so how did you miss?
chasin’ them hoes, you end up sick
(slime)

- reddo lyrics

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