red room

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[Chorus] You ain't running shit, get your block wet up I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up Put him a room, know he gon' fess up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up [Verse 1] Bitch, give up, get mixed up Shawty love to murder people too, I'm in love Blood in my cup, ho, pour up I ain't catch your ass by surprise, it ain't luck Make her fall in love with me, pussy, she don't love you If she tell me where the fuck you at, thеn it's fuck you "Baby, get the knife," lil' bitch, wе gon' gut you "Baby, get the pipe," lil' bitch, we gon' cut— [Chorus] You-you-you ain't running shit, get your block wet up I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up Put him a room, know he gon' fess up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up [Verse 2] I leave that boy with a toe tag Know he don't know where his ho at Got a hundred rounds for his ho ass I know he don't even know that Think 'fore you try to bitch me I really know where your bitch be Whenever I see her, she kiss me Boy, how the fuck you shoot just to miss me? [Chorus] You ain't running shit, get your block wet up I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up Put him a room, know he gon' fess up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up Full metal tucked, I don't give a fuck Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up
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