REDLIGHT lyrics

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[Intro]
Ferg
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ayy

[Verse 1]
I feel like I'm a giant but I’m 5'8"
I feel more defiant when y'all hate
Y’all the only n*ggas runnin' in the car race
Serve a n*gga with the butter like parquet (Yeah)
Rap n*ggas all soft, so strangé
I'm a little bit of Pac, bit of Kanye
You a little bit of Fox and Beyoncé (Right)
Any beef come to me get sautéed
Yeah, the fake ones runnin' with the hard face
Bet that pump to your tongue make your heart race (Grrr)
And I hope you take it all the wrong way
Leave you slumped near the pump, near the bar place
This red light put your ass in a dark place

[Chorus]
You a trill n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' bands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up

[Verse 2]
Celebration, coronation
No debatin’, crown me king, I’m tired of waitin' (Yeah)
People’s champ, I gotta face it
You disgracin', people sensin' that you're fakin’
I'm the Lord, I might go Satan
With the flow and take 'em out, annihilate 'em (Yeah)
No mistakin', new sensation
Hood Pope pullin' up to rule the nation (Alright)
And I came a long way from the stash house (Yeah)
Now I switch spots like a Dalmatian (Right)
Little kid played by the crack house (Yeah)
And I got my moms out when my ass paid (Alright)
Gotta understand when I black out (Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a wack hater
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no rap favor
Need to bow to the Lord and say all your prayers
[Chorus]
You a trill n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' bands up
You a real n*gga, get your mothaf*ckin' hands up

[Outro]
Ferg
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