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Correct Red Pill, Blue Pill / Glock Box, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Correct Red Pill, Blue Pill / Glock Box, Pt. 2
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[Intro] D-D-D-Deko [Chorus: Fijimacintosh] I'm high and you're not Bitch, I tote my Glock I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes [Verse 1: Fijimacintosh] Bitch keep on suckin' on this dick 'til your mouth tired That bitch want a purse but she can't even get a french fry I don't got no motherfuckin' friends, all them niggas died I just took the top off that Benz, she like hypnotized Mama want that coupe, want that coupe, with the frog eyes I remember back in the day it was our time Yellow bitch, purple bitch, double cup, that Actavis Break it down a little bit, roll it up and take a hit [Chorus: Fijimacintosh] I'm high and you're not ****, I tote my Glock I don't Milly Rock, I can't *** with cops Can't **** with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ****, really ****? Red pill, blue pill Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes [Verse 2: Noirillusions] Bitch gave me head so damn good, gave her high five Bitch, I'm in the hood every day, I cannot lie Beam on that Glock, it can see a nigga's third eye Cheese in my pockets lookin' swole just like Popeye I'm finna take this bitch soul, she will not find Diamonds on me bling so damn hard, not no hotline Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time [Chorus: Fijimacintosh] I'm high and you're not Bitch, I tote my Glock I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
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