Boost the crime rate, f*ck it
Money fan off the sleeve, money bag on your head top
I money ball, Billy Beane, shit goin' down like a leg drop
Clickin' digits in your phone, uh
She eat the chicken to the bone, uh
I freak a bitch its givin' moans (whoo)
In the kitchen on the stove (whoo whoo)
It's about to get hot, fire flamin', turned on the pot
Seventeen shots left in the Glock, bullets Febreeze and air out your spot
I'm comin' for you, on your body like rubbing oil
Hope you niggas got a gun up on you, I shoot the J and get one up on you
It's a marathon, said last time was the last time
I was ballin out until half-time
For all the days I had bad times
For all the nights I ain't have time
I land mine like a bomb, I land mine like a boom (Kaboom)
F*ck Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom, and f*ck Grandfather Tom too
To say the least, biscuit bacon with the cheddar cheese
I'm about to give you hell to see
If you know what's poppin' then you smell the grease
It's a Harlem night, I'm on Della Reese, but nobody shootin' my pinky toe
I get that work on a Quick move, don't shoot that lil' shit like Arsenio
Seen it live, they just clicked in the video
I'm in town I can't f*ck with no silly hoe
I keep my circle smaller than Cheerio
I get back like a carton of cereal
When I walk all my cloth is imperial
Dont nobody know what I really know
I'm the sacrificial billy goat
I just found this lil' beat and start drillin on it
Said I been in the trap for like seven days
Had my hands on that cookie and wedding cake
Mixed the lean in a Sprite and some lemonade
These bitches all talk, Ricky Lake
Let me demonstrate what it really take
I throw a band and she twerkin ass (U dig)
She want a Glock and a Birkin bag
She want the spa with the turkish bath
Told her suck on the cock and go head first
Gotta give me that nookie like Fred Durst
She gon' squirt until both of her legs jerk
F*cked round and made her water bed burst
Throw you off a roof, you go head first (Bitch)
I mix the Remy with red nerds
My plug always servin' the best work
Nigga, where the f*ck you find the red perc
Where the f*ck did you find a red perc at man
Them shits not even out here
You got a jar too
Where the f*ck you get them shits from
Chuck Paradi$e - Red Perc Lyrics
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English
Boost the crime rate, f*ck it
Money fan off the sleeve, money bag on your head top
I money ball, Billy Beane, shit goin' down like a leg drop
Clickin' digits in your phone, uh
She eat the chicken to the bone, uh
I freak a bitch its givin' moans (whoo)
In the kitchen on the stove (whoo whoo)
It's about to get hot, fire flamin', turned on the pot
Seventeen shots left in the Glock, bullets Febreeze and air out your spot
I'm comin' for you, on your body like rubbing oil
Hope you niggas got a gun up on you, I shoot the J and get one up on you
It's a marathon, said last time was the last time
I was ballin out until half-time
For all the days I had bad times
For all the nights I ain't have time
I land mine like a bomb, I land mine like a boom (Kaboom)
F*ck Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom, and f*ck Grandfather Tom too
To say the least, biscuit bacon with the cheddar cheese
I'm about to give you hell to see
If you know what's poppin' then you smell the grease
It's a Harlem night, I'm on Della Reese, but nobody shootin' my pinky toe
I get that work on a Quick move, don't shoot that lil' shit like Arsenio
Seen it live, they just clicked in the video
I'm in town I can't f*ck with no silly hoe
I keep my circle smaller than Cheerio
I get back like a carton of cereal
When I walk all my cloth is imperial
Dont nobody know what I really know
I'm the sacrificial billy goat
I just found this lil' beat and start drillin on it
Said I been in the trap for like seven days
Had my hands on that cookie and wedding cake
Mixed the lean in a Sprite and some lemonade
These bitches all talk, Ricky Lake
Let me demonstrate what it really take
I throw a band and she twerkin ass (U dig)
She want a Glock and a Birkin bag
She want the spa with the turkish bath
Told her suck on the cock and go head first
Gotta give me that nookie like Fred Durst
She gon' squirt until both of her legs jerk
F*cked round and made her water bed burst
Throw you off a roof, you go head first (Bitch)
I mix the Remy with red nerds
My plug always servin' the best work
Nigga, where the f*ck you find the red perc
Where the f*ck did you find a red perc at man
Them shits not even out here
You got a jar too
Where the f*ck you get them shits from
Money fan off the sleeve, money bag on your head top
I money ball, Billy Beane, shit goin' down like a leg drop
Clickin' digits in your phone, uh
She eat the chicken to the bone, uh
I freak a bitch its givin' moans (whoo)
In the kitchen on the stove (whoo whoo)
It's about to get hot, fire flamin', turned on the pot
Seventeen shots left in the Glock, bullets Febreeze and air out your spot
I'm comin' for you, on your body like rubbing oil
Hope you niggas got a gun up on you, I shoot the J and get one up on you
It's a marathon, said last time was the last time
I was ballin out until half-time
For all the days I had bad times
For all the nights I ain't have time
I land mine like a bomb, I land mine like a boom (Kaboom)
F*ck Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom, and f*ck Grandfather Tom too
To say the least, biscuit bacon with the cheddar cheese
I'm about to give you hell to see
If you know what's poppin' then you smell the grease
It's a Harlem night, I'm on Della Reese, but nobody shootin' my pinky toe
I get that work on a Quick move, don't shoot that lil' shit like Arsenio
Seen it live, they just clicked in the video
I'm in town I can't f*ck with no silly hoe
I keep my circle smaller than Cheerio
I get back like a carton of cereal
When I walk all my cloth is imperial
Dont nobody know what I really know
I'm the sacrificial billy goat
I just found this lil' beat and start drillin on it
Said I been in the trap for like seven days
Had my hands on that cookie and wedding cake
Mixed the lean in a Sprite and some lemonade
These bitches all talk, Ricky Lake
Let me demonstrate what it really take
I throw a band and she twerkin ass (U dig)
She want a Glock and a Birkin bag
She want the spa with the turkish bath
Told her suck on the cock and go head first
Gotta give me that nookie like Fred Durst
She gon' squirt until both of her legs jerk
F*cked round and made her water bed burst
Throw you off a roof, you go head first (Bitch)
I mix the Remy with red nerds
My plug always servin' the best work
Nigga, where the f*ck you find the red perc
Where the f*ck did you find a red perc at man
Them shits not even out here
You got a jar too
Where the f*ck you get them shits from
Writer: T Benifield
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