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RedRum Video (MV)




Performed By: Dorien
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Warrick Dawsey




Dorien - RedRum Lyrics




I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts

It's a bird! It's a plane
Nigga, that's your spirit you try to wack some shit
I gave niggas all and they turned their backs so I'm taxing shit
You ain't talking gas, you can miss me with all that rapping shit
He saying that he "cut", told him roll on with all that acting shit
I stay to myself, I don't wanna get out my body
I'm a skitzo, my brain tell me to kill you, then that's a homi
Down play a nigga for pussy, I'll slap you and snatch your Tommy
And stand when you call them folks, tell em yea, I did it, you got me
You a thug, I'm a gangsta, it's a difference
You start the shit, and I'm the one that get it finished
Niggas wanna beef over clothes and bitches, not money, wasting the time up
I could make a hunnid bands today and get throated in some designer
By a black bitch, paint her face, and turn her to a panda
Smoke this Dutch, put my feet up and thumb through this banner
When you come through to my place, kick off your shoes, that's manners
This a Persian rug, cause nigga I'm boujee and you broke but you got yo' hammer

I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts
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I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts

It's a bird! It's a plane
Nigga, that's your spirit you try to wack some shit
I gave niggas all and they turned their backs so I'm taxing shit
You ain't talking gas, you can miss me with all that rapping shit
He saying that he "cut", told him roll on with all that acting shit
I stay to myself, I don't wanna get out my body
I'm a skitzo, my brain tell me to kill you, then that's a homi
Down play a nigga for pussy, I'll slap you and snatch your Tommy
And stand when you call them folks, tell em yea, I did it, you got me
You a thug, I'm a gangsta, it's a difference
You start the shit, and I'm the one that get it finished
Niggas wanna beef over clothes and bitches, not money, wasting the time up
I could make a hunnid bands today and get throated in some designer
By a black bitch, paint her face, and turn her to a panda
Smoke this Dutch, put my feet up and thumb through this banner
When you come through to my place, kick off your shoes, that's manners
This a Persian rug, cause nigga I'm boujee and you broke but you got yo' hammer

I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts
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Writer: Warrick Dawsey
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