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Red - 3535 Lyrics



Red - 3535 Lyrics




I was doing 3535's
I'll give 2 scores just do it for fun
Should work at Gatwick
Every other day mans clearing runs
After the peso's she ain't the 1
1544
Can't chill there's unlimited calls
Swear I need me 10 hundred bags
Till then it's a bruk down lyca
900 shots and a thousand grams
Skinny boy loving this food
Can't Neymar still she's forcing the move
Hate to ruin the mood
But Jay just called says he's needing 2

Ever seen a batch just go
Think it's lost
Then clock it's pro
They think that it's time to glow
Stupid punks man it's time to grow
I was born broke no clothes
So what the f*ck am I owed
We could just slap it in chests
F*ck you mean 'bout stepping on toes
Walk around on my own

Spin and drill it like Berkamp
Thats finesse
Ending my day with cali
You know how these cats love giving me stress
Stay in check
Fit 12 racks in the Gucci pouch
Trust me bro I've checked
Tell her start calling me Khaled
We 'da best
1000 shots got flung so quick and I didn't even send 1 text
Tell my main squeeze don't stress
She already knows I'm trap obsessed
Pack come smelling like morning breath
1008 so great compressed
36 z's
'Gon get
Caressed
Shut them blinds undress
I'll stretch this pack
Can't stretch these legs
No time for sleep we ain't playing on the bench

I ain't even heard my line ring
But my line rings
Puling them strings
Please just stop and think
Strictly push to the brink
Buss this pack in bits
Everyone knows red loves his risks
I was 13 putting am in riz
16 putting things in whips
When I say free my daargs
It's not for eyes of the law
It's so my brothers sleep comfy
Just before they bang them f*cking doors
I do the sets
Young boy takes care of the reps
This ain't no f*cking Sunday league
Won't catch us losing our heads
'03 '04 Henry
Yh that's me
Been up for 36 hours
Rather that box then getting some sleep

I was doing 3535's
I'll give 2 scores just do it for fun
Should work at Gatwick
Every other day mans clearing runs
After the peso's she ain't the 1
1544
Can't chill there's unlimited calls
Swear I need me 10 hundred bags
Till then it's a bruk down lyca
900 shots and a thousand grams
Skinny boy loving this food
Can't Neymar still she's forcing the move
Hate to ruin the mood
But Jay just called says he's needing 2
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I was doing 3535's
I'll give 2 scores just do it for fun
Should work at Gatwick
Every other day mans clearing runs
After the peso's she ain't the 1
1544
Can't chill there's unlimited calls
Swear I need me 10 hundred bags
Till then it's a bruk down lyca
900 shots and a thousand grams
Skinny boy loving this food
Can't Neymar still she's forcing the move
Hate to ruin the mood
But Jay just called says he's needing 2

Ever seen a batch just go
Think it's lost
Then clock it's pro
They think that it's time to glow
Stupid punks man it's time to grow
I was born broke no clothes
So what the f*ck am I owed
We could just slap it in chests
F*ck you mean 'bout stepping on toes
Walk around on my own

Spin and drill it like Berkamp
Thats finesse
Ending my day with cali
You know how these cats love giving me stress
Stay in check
Fit 12 racks in the Gucci pouch
Trust me bro I've checked
Tell her start calling me Khaled
We 'da best
1000 shots got flung so quick and I didn't even send 1 text
Tell my main squeeze don't stress
She already knows I'm trap obsessed
Pack come smelling like morning breath
1008 so great compressed
36 z's
'Gon get
Caressed
Shut them blinds undress
I'll stretch this pack
Can't stretch these legs
No time for sleep we ain't playing on the bench

I ain't even heard my line ring
But my line rings
Puling them strings
Please just stop and think
Strictly push to the brink
Buss this pack in bits
Everyone knows red loves his risks
I was 13 putting am in riz
16 putting things in whips
When I say free my daargs
It's not for eyes of the law
It's so my brothers sleep comfy
Just before they bang them f*cking doors
I do the sets
Young boy takes care of the reps
This ain't no f*cking Sunday league
Won't catch us losing our heads
'03 '04 Henry
Yh that's me
Been up for 36 hours
Rather that box then getting some sleep

I was doing 3535's
I'll give 2 scores just do it for fun
Should work at Gatwick
Every other day mans clearing runs
After the peso's she ain't the 1
1544
Can't chill there's unlimited calls
Swear I need me 10 hundred bags
Till then it's a bruk down lyca
900 shots and a thousand grams
Skinny boy loving this food
Can't Neymar still she's forcing the move
Hate to ruin the mood
But Jay just called says he's needing 2
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Writer: RED, Reduwan Ahmed
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Performed By: Red
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: RED, Reduwan Ahmed

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