The Game Code Red Freestyle текст песни, слова песни Code Red Freestyle The Game
The Game - Code Red Freestyle
Wassup,
Nigga play me
Street Dreaming, fuck Frank Lucas nigga,
Fuck was he thinking,
Gangsta's don't snitch we at the block and pitch
On that rod iron fence,
Cops roll up I ain't seen shit
501 levis smelling like I just cooked a plate of crack,
Nigga as a matter of fact I did,
So let the feds come,
It's gon be some homocide mixed with a lot of red rum,
I never front that's for hov niggas,
Fuck with my trap, brap brap,
Like proposition Joe nigga
Omar is dead put that shit on the wire,
I got a shit load of crack,
Give a nigga some fire,
I got a gun in a drop top phantom
And I feeling like a king pin in my hood
What's good nigga, gun metal 09,
Look at the hood and go blind,
I stay fucking niggas up I should be on showtime,
I'm a kingpin, I'm a trapstar,
You see a big chain, you see a fast car,
You see the black wall, the see the [? ]
This money man, you know we hustle hard [x2]
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