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Cjay317 - Sexy redd mf Lyrics



Cjay317 - Sexy redd mf Lyrics




I can't forget about my niggas ats like forgetting my pistol
I keep f*cking up my liver ian chasin my liquor
Smoking weed helping my mental got the munchies need chicken
Lil bitch u trippin u ain't special jus want u deal w my pickle

I'm to real to fake kick it
No outsiders in business
She came w mileage think ima lick her had to dimiss her
Know niggas spinning like a beyblade it ain't nun I'll rip it
Like everyday is pay day see a j run down like im
Hittin

Host clean I might tip her
I got the face of a dealer
I made a play in bw3s the waitress want Indica
Had to change my appearance cus my change a lil bigger
She came w brain & left dumb Im thinkin god that she living

Pray my plays don't go missing I'm checking in
PTSD no party I can't get my weapon in
Was stretching grams jus to get high
Now my wood size of a timb
Now my wood size of a limb take a puff it knock it down

I ain't never heard of luck but I can tell u bout a grind
I can tell u bout a time ain't heard frm dude I thought he died
False alarm I'm glad he still alive everyday he come and buy
She throwing ass I catch it no tappin I beat her down right

Dog the whip my dukes was mad as shit I been out w the car
I dog the bitch but ion gaf shoulda knew we ain't making it far
3.5 in the gar they say I b smoking a lot I b high the stars
Tf is a son quick to nut Ina bitch even faster get a plan b when we stop

Wrist might lock the way I been shootin in pots u would think i b ready to quit
Too legit I served his ass at 4 nigga came back at 6
Make a wish this one ain't for the kids this for niggas who hate my guts or make a diss

Jus wan rub at butt u talkin to much baby close em lips
For I stuff em
Get flicked we in trouble
We dirty better dust em
Jon wick my brother touch his dog here come the muscle
Coming to me bout a bitch ain't doing nothing if I want too nigga ima f*ck er

Scraping Pennie's for the store
Steal what I can't afford
Give a bitch a week w me after we f*ck I get bored
Perc fell in the seat half his body in the street tryn look for it
Won't leave till it's retrieved I seen em dig deep for it

No recoil yk my Glock my baby
Drive her crazy she addicted to my dick think it's amazing
Can stay but don't comfortable once u leave won't see my face again
Before I make a play I bless my plate say grace again

Thank u for the feins lord
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I can't forget about my niggas ats like forgetting my pistol
I keep f*cking up my liver ian chasin my liquor
Smoking weed helping my mental got the munchies need chicken
Lil bitch u trippin u ain't special jus want u deal w my pickle

I'm to real to fake kick it
No outsiders in business
She came w mileage think ima lick her had to dimiss her
Know niggas spinning like a beyblade it ain't nun I'll rip it
Like everyday is pay day see a j run down like im
Hittin

Host clean I might tip her
I got the face of a dealer
I made a play in bw3s the waitress want Indica
Had to change my appearance cus my change a lil bigger
She came w brain & left dumb Im thinkin god that she living

Pray my plays don't go missing I'm checking in
PTSD no party I can't get my weapon in
Was stretching grams jus to get high
Now my wood size of a timb
Now my wood size of a limb take a puff it knock it down

I ain't never heard of luck but I can tell u bout a grind
I can tell u bout a time ain't heard frm dude I thought he died
False alarm I'm glad he still alive everyday he come and buy
She throwing ass I catch it no tappin I beat her down right

Dog the whip my dukes was mad as shit I been out w the car
I dog the bitch but ion gaf shoulda knew we ain't making it far
3.5 in the gar they say I b smoking a lot I b high the stars
Tf is a son quick to nut Ina bitch even faster get a plan b when we stop

Wrist might lock the way I been shootin in pots u would think i b ready to quit
Too legit I served his ass at 4 nigga came back at 6
Make a wish this one ain't for the kids this for niggas who hate my guts or make a diss

Jus wan rub at butt u talkin to much baby close em lips
For I stuff em
Get flicked we in trouble
We dirty better dust em
Jon wick my brother touch his dog here come the muscle
Coming to me bout a bitch ain't doing nothing if I want too nigga ima f*ck er

Scraping Pennie's for the store
Steal what I can't afford
Give a bitch a week w me after we f*ck I get bored
Perc fell in the seat half his body in the street tryn look for it
Won't leave till it's retrieved I seen em dig deep for it

No recoil yk my Glock my baby
Drive her crazy she addicted to my dick think it's amazing
Can stay but don't comfortable once u leave won't see my face again
Before I make a play I bless my plate say grace again

Thank u for the feins lord
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Writer: Cjay Cjay
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