RedBull lyrics

by

Fabolous


[Intro: Red Cafe]
Shakedown...
The Redbull
World's most dangerous

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
They told me not to f*ck with ya, you was a f*ck n*gga
I threw 20 in the clip, I gotta dub n*ggas
We the mafia, mafia law above n*ggas
We don't like takin' pictures, but we take the pictures
n*ggas on the sideline watchin' playas play
Tryin' to be a coach while the ballers get paid
Ev'ry day grind time, even holidays
I done made a meal ticket in these new J's
Ahh, I sip mine cold
We don't trip off hoes, we just pray for the foes
Make pretty chicks do live shows
Get the re-up, then we back on the road, ouu
Used to tuck the swammy in the Pelle
Before Paterson, we stacked waps of fetty
Hit licks in the ghetty by the telly
Just make sure the babies Christmas was merry
Uhh, the life of a criminal
We was them n*ggas then, we them n*ggas now
His loyalty on trial, put him in exile
Or put him out of his misery, f*ck them reptiles
Better hit the blunt, do a (?)
Since I pop pop, she ain't seen me once, ha
I'm a dope dealer, I'm a pus*y killer
Got a model b*tch just to be my J filler
I'm that guy, big strap guy
For the pack, Arm & Hammer Man kidnap guys, whoa!
Think I'm slippin' I got the long clip
I ain't swipin', I got them hoes swipin'
Ahh, lifestyle of a boss
They throw salt on the name, that just season the sauce
Word to the homies I lost and my cross
They gon' give me mine or these missiles gettin' toss, ahh
[Break: Red Cafe]
If you a trap lord, you gon' get paid
You a hustler, you gon' get paid
Nothin' gon' stop you, you gon' get paid
You gon' get paid, you gon' get paid
If you a trap lord, you gon' get paid
You a hustler, you gon' get paid
Nothin' gon' stop you, you gon' get paid
You gon' get paid, you gon' get paid, ahh

[Verse 2: Spades Saratoga]
Just give me 40 (?) 10
In case you gotta look, it's the plum Benz
I told Red, as soon as sh*t pop
I want it all, but don't want friends, 'cause
When it's their call, your call ends
For real
I'm in the trap where I played hookie
Same Balmains and a BAPE hoodie
Made a little bands like A-Boogie
I went where the game took me
And my n*ggas ain't pus*y
Cuban link with a Goldberg, and it ain't Whoopi
Same lil' n*gga from in front of the steps
Waitin' for the pizza man, he won't come to the 'jects
sh*t is funny where I'm from, but that's the stuff you expect
sh*t, I even seen a dry snitch f*ck with the wet
It's too soon to be thinkin' 'bout nominees
I'm tryin' to get this healthcare straight 'fore Obama leave
Lookin' at these 360 deals, I ain't signin' these
White girl got the kitchen smellin' like collard greens
2-6 Toga, gotta keep an arm or two up in arms reach
Penthouse, got a long view up in Long Beach
I used to have to try car pool with the car seat
Now I hit the club with Don Q in a don seat
I'm straight, all I had was a Red Bull
I just f*cked a b*tch, and she about to call Red soon
She just gave me head off a pill, that's med school
Shorty comin' out them heels fast, that's Deadpool
They callin' me the 2-6 guardian, I'm too sick, pardon him
Toga got the ball, n*gga, who this guardin' him?
In back of Ruth's Chris with my new chicks arguin'
'Cause one still never seen a roof with stars in 'em
Bad b*tches, only one who get cars from him
Even haters like "You heard his new sh*t, follow him"
If they ain't hear me, then they'll hear me now
Saratoga been around, and I'm still around, Red what up?
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