I'm mixing the dirty Sprite like I'm Pluto
Mixing the black scale with the buckle
Mixing the Gucci with the Versace
That's basic
Mixing the rick owens with the Doc Martians
She trynna suck my dick
I aint trynna blow all in her face
I'm like f*ck it
Like she fell in some paint
The bracelets blinding yo vision
I hope you don't mind
This OG chain on my neck
I'm unique
Cut-up jeans I'm in my rockstar era
Ratchet hoe trynna play it cool
But she a bop
I know she ran through the whole gang
I'm not a pop star I'm just Dredd
I'm shining just look at my neck hoe
Over godly been the wave for a minute
Blacked-out eyes they think they possessed
Nah
It's just the ink mane
Been hanging on my own don't try to get in here
If I text you again I know you suck good
This cup in my hand it's stuck like some glue
Don't try to run up on me
Cause I'll just flip the switch and you goin feel this torch
They be talking on the internet when I know they ain't doing shit
Never catch me in these sweats
I'm not a bum
I keep it classy
Like I'm big CEO
I'm used to this solo shit
I don't ask for a handout
Bang
O.G. Dredd - tØrched Lyrics
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English
I'm mixing the dirty Sprite like I'm Pluto
Mixing the black scale with the buckle
Mixing the Gucci with the Versace
That's basic
Mixing the rick owens with the Doc Martians
She trynna suck my dick
I aint trynna blow all in her face
I'm like f*ck it
Like she fell in some paint
The bracelets blinding yo vision
I hope you don't mind
This OG chain on my neck
I'm unique
Cut-up jeans I'm in my rockstar era
Ratchet hoe trynna play it cool
But she a bop
I know she ran through the whole gang
I'm not a pop star I'm just Dredd
I'm shining just look at my neck hoe
Over godly been the wave for a minute
Blacked-out eyes they think they possessed
Nah
It's just the ink mane
Been hanging on my own don't try to get in here
If I text you again I know you suck good
This cup in my hand it's stuck like some glue
Don't try to run up on me
Cause I'll just flip the switch and you goin feel this torch
They be talking on the internet when I know they ain't doing shit
Never catch me in these sweats
I'm not a bum
I keep it classy
Like I'm big CEO
I'm used to this solo shit
I don't ask for a handout
Bang
Mixing the black scale with the buckle
Mixing the Gucci with the Versace
That's basic
Mixing the rick owens with the Doc Martians
She trynna suck my dick
I aint trynna blow all in her face
I'm like f*ck it
Like she fell in some paint
The bracelets blinding yo vision
I hope you don't mind
This OG chain on my neck
I'm unique
Cut-up jeans I'm in my rockstar era
Ratchet hoe trynna play it cool
But she a bop
I know she ran through the whole gang
I'm not a pop star I'm just Dredd
I'm shining just look at my neck hoe
Over godly been the wave for a minute
Blacked-out eyes they think they possessed
Nah
It's just the ink mane
Been hanging on my own don't try to get in here
If I text you again I know you suck good
This cup in my hand it's stuck like some glue
Don't try to run up on me
Cause I'll just flip the switch and you goin feel this torch
They be talking on the internet when I know they ain't doing shit
Never catch me in these sweats
I'm not a bum
I keep it classy
Like I'm big CEO
I'm used to this solo shit
I don't ask for a handout
Bang
Writer: Octavio Garcia-Zamudio
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