Yea ooo ooo
Yea ooo ooo
Yea bitch ooo
Young Prince aye yea cmon
She was gagging on my shit
For twenty minutes I ain't kidding
I be cooking in this bitch
Just like this shit a f*cken kitchen
Yea she tuggin on my diamonds
Cause these bitches f*cken glisten
I can never love the bitch
Because the bih be f*cken bitching
I'm geeked up off that perc
I swear that shit f*cked up my vision
I ball like Jalen Hurts
I got these hoes just like it's Christmas
My pockets filled with blues
It looking like these bitches crippin
Bitch is tryna hold my hand
But yea the cup is what I'm gripping
Bitch I'm finna lace em up
Cause I can't let em catch me slipping
I got hoes and I got sluts bitch
So please don't think I'm trippin
I cut em from the team
Cause he done gave up on the mission
Yea she eat me up like scones
Cause the bitch is f*cken British
Her jaw be locking up
But she gon still gon try to finish
I be runnin for the yards
I'm lookin like my brother Eimesse
Ain't seen the bitch in years
And now she popped up in my mentions
If I'm chillin in the club then yo bitch
Prolly in my section
Yea we keep on goin up
Bitch I keep on f*cken flexing
Why that boy keep acting tough
We gon have to pull some weapons
Yea he say he f*ck with us
But promise you I never met him
I done came back from the war
My whole team coming back with medals
If I see that Red & Blue then I'm gon
Push up on that pedal
Yea these racks is nothing new
That's why I'm never finna settle
It's ice up on my neck bitch
You see the f*cken bezel
I take the stairs right to the top
Y'all skipping all the levels
That's why y'all be so quick to drop
And I'm still getting better
Yea she finna give me top
And it's the first time that I met her
MickThaPrince - Red & Blue Lyrics
MickThaPrince - Red & Blue Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Yea ooo ooo
Yea ooo ooo
Yea bitch ooo
Young Prince aye yea cmon
She was gagging on my shit
For twenty minutes I ain't kidding
I be cooking in this bitch
Just like this shit a f*cken kitchen
Yea she tuggin on my diamonds
Cause these bitches f*cken glisten
I can never love the bitch
Because the bih be f*cken bitching
I'm geeked up off that perc
I swear that shit f*cked up my vision
I ball like Jalen Hurts
I got these hoes just like it's Christmas
My pockets filled with blues
It looking like these bitches crippin
Bitch is tryna hold my hand
But yea the cup is what I'm gripping
Bitch I'm finna lace em up
Cause I can't let em catch me slipping
I got hoes and I got sluts bitch
So please don't think I'm trippin
I cut em from the team
Cause he done gave up on the mission
Yea she eat me up like scones
Cause the bitch is f*cken British
Her jaw be locking up
But she gon still gon try to finish
I be runnin for the yards
I'm lookin like my brother Eimesse
Ain't seen the bitch in years
And now she popped up in my mentions
If I'm chillin in the club then yo bitch
Prolly in my section
Yea we keep on goin up
Bitch I keep on f*cken flexing
Why that boy keep acting tough
We gon have to pull some weapons
Yea he say he f*ck with us
But promise you I never met him
I done came back from the war
My whole team coming back with medals
If I see that Red & Blue then I'm gon
Push up on that pedal
Yea these racks is nothing new
That's why I'm never finna settle
It's ice up on my neck bitch
You see the f*cken bezel
I take the stairs right to the top
Y'all skipping all the levels
That's why y'all be so quick to drop
And I'm still getting better
Yea she finna give me top
And it's the first time that I met her
Yea ooo ooo
Yea bitch ooo
Young Prince aye yea cmon
She was gagging on my shit
For twenty minutes I ain't kidding
I be cooking in this bitch
Just like this shit a f*cken kitchen
Yea she tuggin on my diamonds
Cause these bitches f*cken glisten
I can never love the bitch
Because the bih be f*cken bitching
I'm geeked up off that perc
I swear that shit f*cked up my vision
I ball like Jalen Hurts
I got these hoes just like it's Christmas
My pockets filled with blues
It looking like these bitches crippin
Bitch is tryna hold my hand
But yea the cup is what I'm gripping
Bitch I'm finna lace em up
Cause I can't let em catch me slipping
I got hoes and I got sluts bitch
So please don't think I'm trippin
I cut em from the team
Cause he done gave up on the mission
Yea she eat me up like scones
Cause the bitch is f*cken British
Her jaw be locking up
But she gon still gon try to finish
I be runnin for the yards
I'm lookin like my brother Eimesse
Ain't seen the bitch in years
And now she popped up in my mentions
If I'm chillin in the club then yo bitch
Prolly in my section
Yea we keep on goin up
Bitch I keep on f*cken flexing
Why that boy keep acting tough
We gon have to pull some weapons
Yea he say he f*ck with us
But promise you I never met him
I done came back from the war
My whole team coming back with medals
If I see that Red & Blue then I'm gon
Push up on that pedal
Yea these racks is nothing new
That's why I'm never finna settle
It's ice up on my neck bitch
You see the f*cken bezel
I take the stairs right to the top
Y'all skipping all the levels
That's why y'all be so quick to drop
And I'm still getting better
Yea she finna give me top
And it's the first time that I met her
Writer: Mickey Chinchilla
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid