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Red Tornadoes Lyrics by Riccy Runtz Riccy Runtz
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Look me in my eyes, you see red
She wanna post me down, we don't go out, she so damn fed
And I call my brodie up, you get yeah by the yeah
Fuck that nigga, I said what I said
And where he sleep gon' be his deathbed
I don't wanna talk, I just want neck
Baby, overdosing with sex
I put my whole check on his head
I'm really on that, nigga no flex
I'm the one sent that nigga all cash
What you talkin' bout? It ain't bout a bag
All that pussy shit make me mad
I'm on they ass, I can't relax
Rik Runtz, RR, we gon' do him bad
I came through the front, big bro in the back
Nigga a pussy, he cappin', he Cat in the Hat
All that fed shit, I won't react
Love making 'em run like they do track
She tryna copy all my swag damn
Bab, you doing that bad damn
Baby, you somethin' bad damn
I put my all into my last
I put the whole hood on my back
My bro got a body but he a virgin
He not innocent with that mag
I got glock 22, gen four, what the fuck am I doing with that?
Last nigga talked down, nigga got walked down, I put a fucking toe on his tag
Can you please calm down, baby you doing the most
I don't really like that
Take it slow with me take it slow
Outside my window, you can see a red tornado
We gon' get niggas gone, we gon' clear shit out like
no no, no, you gotta go
You gotta go get the fuck hoe
Can you please leave me alone? woah
Cause they know and you know and I know
I don't know these niggas plottin' on us, right now
They wanna take me in and leave me inside the ground
I'm smokin' on G-Cush, you know I need it by the pound
They say they love me but ain't no love found
Know they want my soul gone so I keep my chrome, can't go out a alone
I keep my head spital, my leg spital, can't go out no flunky like a dead nigga
Ridin' round with my nigga Slatt
Pop a perk and my heart go flat
Thinkin' bout if my heart go black
In my feelings, can't think bout that
They want take me out the game, but I can't let 'em though
I'll let you know, talking bout them times going federal
Me and brodie spinning red tornadoes
Won't play about my plato
I know these bitches hate though
Banging RR like I'm Really Rich, I'm with the shit
Know my reapers come through and we blitzin' shit
They bound to leave no witnesses
How many, how many, how many times I done told you?
You done fold, I'm on the road
I want a platinum, I'm stackin' the dough
She want a baby, I tell her 'no, no'
I'm tired of trying, with all these hoes
I just wanna stack my paper up and make sure we on go
My glock put a tore in 'em, he probably deceased
I bust on her face and I fuck off her sheets
She call me slime, I'ma big OG
Know I'm elite when I step in the streets
I'ma gangster, I could never fold, put that on NeNe
On my GG, I was steady sliding tryna build the streets
Have you ever seen a gangster cry? My tears, they bleed
I tell you leave but I want you to stay and be with me
On the road, I been stackin' the paper
And I'll see you later
Fuck all the haters
Too black like Darth Vader
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