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SEABRR - RED_RUM Lyrics



SEABRR - RED_RUM Lyrics




Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1

Ay Chopping and robbing bitch I am the best
These 223s shoot all thru ya chest
We ape looking killahs might put ya to rest
8 loaded Ks and 2 Kevlar vests
We are killah bees and the south is our nest
Brood kicked ya ass out now you stuck paying rent
Big k kicked ya face now it's gotta big dent
Big homie dead now cuz he couldn't hit a fence

Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1

Red rum burg 1 on my f*cking mind
Dead from the glock nine on my f*cking side
Lead come in ya head out ya f*cking spine
Gresham outcasts where we all dead inside

I'm a king Killah regicide till I go get signed
Ima bring up all the pain thoughts of suicide
Taking all those oxys just to feel good inside
Could insight whole buncha I don't need tonight

I needa fight for the right to feel alive
Waiting in hell ima die or ima fight warrior mindstate how I f*cking be street stripe on my shoulder where the Devil be

Better be heavenly no life descriptioncy
Finna pop out hitting licks on the elderly
If I catch a case then I'm flying straight to Italy
Bitch love the dick so there's no getting rid of me

Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1

Oxy Roxy cotton pushing hockey masks and trigger pulling
Grab that dough we getting crooked
Rag round face they know we took it

Kick that door no over looking
Grab that coke boy ima cook it
Cooking crack but I don't push it
Try to lick but guess who took it

Brain hanging
Blood scraping
Hit you like you hit the pavement
Need a payment

I will take yo life like you got replacements
You make statements
No engagements
All arrangements

You act famous but your not
When I see you you with opps
Bouta make sum bodies drop
You gone get hit with this glock

I just like to fight and rob you just like yo rat and talk lucky g didn't split yo top you just changed up for some thot
You just changed up for some rock

I just went and f*cked yo thot
She just loved this dick a lot
Shut up bitch I smack yo jaw
She say daddy take off bras

Yup you know I hit it raw
F*cked that bitch and then I robbed
She so happy stuck in awe
Couldn't believe I had a flaw

Free Big tang up out them cages
Big bro upstate fighting cases
Dark outside lungs filled with Grey mist
I tote glocks it's not the safest

Tie you up and leave in basement
Ski mask on kuz I stay faceless
Say you gone this place went vacant
Renters agent ask for payment

Redrum I need that
Burg one I think that
Selling white it's not crack
Fight Onsight no pump attack

Grab the pump we get it brackin
If he try me I might stab him
Finna go and grab the ratchet
Bodies dropping catching caskets

Homie just got plugged in Dallas
He send bread I send the package
He want six don't sound like challenge
He throw acid tucked in baggage

See yo vest make sure it's padded
In these streets run plays like madden
You a snitch with no compassion
Had your back till you lost traction
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English

Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1

Ay Chopping and robbing bitch I am the best
These 223s shoot all thru ya chest
We ape looking killahs might put ya to rest
8 loaded Ks and 2 Kevlar vests
We are killah bees and the south is our nest
Brood kicked ya ass out now you stuck paying rent
Big k kicked ya face now it's gotta big dent
Big homie dead now cuz he couldn't hit a fence

Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1
Red rum burg 1

Red rum burg 1 on my f*cking mind
Dead from the glock nine on my f*cking side
Lead come in ya head out ya f*cking spine
Gresham outcasts where we all dead inside

I'm a king Killah regicide till I go get signed
Ima bring up all the pain thoughts of suicide
Taking all those oxys just to feel good inside
Could insight whole buncha I don't need tonight

I needa fight for the right to feel alive
Waiting in hell ima die or ima fight warrior mindstate how I f*cking be street stripe on my shoulder where the Devil be

Better be heavenly no life descriptioncy
Finna pop out hitting licks on the elderly
If I catch a case then I'm flying straight to Italy
Bitch love the dick so there's no getting rid of me

Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1
Redrum burg 1

Oxy Roxy cotton pushing hockey masks and trigger pulling
Grab that dough we getting crooked
Rag round face they know we took it

Kick that door no over looking
Grab that coke boy ima cook it
Cooking crack but I don't push it
Try to lick but guess who took it

Brain hanging
Blood scraping
Hit you like you hit the pavement
Need a payment

I will take yo life like you got replacements
You make statements
No engagements
All arrangements

You act famous but your not
When I see you you with opps
Bouta make sum bodies drop
You gone get hit with this glock

I just like to fight and rob you just like yo rat and talk lucky g didn't split yo top you just changed up for some thot
You just changed up for some rock

I just went and f*cked yo thot
She just loved this dick a lot
Shut up bitch I smack yo jaw
She say daddy take off bras

Yup you know I hit it raw
F*cked that bitch and then I robbed
She so happy stuck in awe
Couldn't believe I had a flaw

Free Big tang up out them cages
Big bro upstate fighting cases
Dark outside lungs filled with Grey mist
I tote glocks it's not the safest

Tie you up and leave in basement
Ski mask on kuz I stay faceless
Say you gone this place went vacant
Renters agent ask for payment

Redrum I need that
Burg one I think that
Selling white it's not crack
Fight Onsight no pump attack

Grab the pump we get it brackin
If he try me I might stab him
Finna go and grab the ratchet
Bodies dropping catching caskets

Homie just got plugged in Dallas
He send bread I send the package
He want six don't sound like challenge
He throw acid tucked in baggage

See yo vest make sure it's padded
In these streets run plays like madden
You a snitch with no compassion
Had your back till you lost traction
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Writer: Dylan Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: SEABRR
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Dylan Johnson

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