Red Cafe (Red Café)
Red Cafe (Red Café) - Jeep Shit songtekst
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Uh-Oh (Uh-Oh) Yessssss (This shit go bling bling this shit go bling bloaw) Dis aint nothin for da radio (radio) Dis Jeep Shit for da club (club) Make the big booty girls feel sexy (sexy) If ya like it rub on ya milkshake (This Red Café) Dis aint nothin for da radio (radio) Dis Jeep Shit for da club (yea phizzal) Make the big booty girls feel sexy (sexy) If ya like it rub on ya milkshake (milkshake) It all shines like bright lights crazy Net Vanilla Icy Icy Baby Naw M&Ms yes I'm shady Flow like Biggie after I lazy (whoaaaa) Ring da alarm (Bling Bloaw) Ring da alarm Ten-caret pinky from David Bling (what else) I guess I'm tha Lord of Da Rings (what else) Hazard lights on dat S-D charm And da chain swing like a good Barry Bonds Ask Akon-see I'm a convict Bling Bloaw II DJ rewind it! Hey yo I shine like a disco ball So I talk greasy-like my mouth's fulla Crisco All The medallion make em think I'm from Frisco yall Now I could go wide or go like Sisco yall But, I aint talkin bout bleachin my hair (Uh-huh) I'm speakin on a court, drop studs in each of my ears Two arms longer den Odom's By da scrotom Loud em quick as a modem Den I squeeze Beggin nigga please (uh-huh) I'm regula wit deez (uh-huh) So icy my body temp is negative degreez Bulletproof Infinity truck Cuz in da hood when ya ride thru You might have Kennedy's luck (Real Talk) The lips poke out on the rims like they blowin a kiss (kiss sound) I'm usually pushin befo ya name go on da list And ya lucky if ya happen to know Capitol L-Capitol O Capitol S-Capitol O Stop snitchin-Get money Stop hatin-Get money Stop snitchin-Get money Er'body-Get money Paul Wall Gotta pocket fulla money and a mouth fulla ice I'm frozen from head to toe don't even ask me da price See me flippin in da duece Coupe top dismantled Lookin at a flick on the flash screen in my pannel Spendin money like it's no worry Stackin paper in a hurry Diamonds in my mouth I'm all styled like a McFlurry I got da watch full of flawless diamonds Now dat's what the fuck I call perfect timin I got da icy grill, platinum grill, gold grill I take a breath and evrybody catchin cold chills It's Paul Wall baby stars down and icy down Diamonds in my mouth that's how we do it in da H-town baby Yea Paul Wall Red Café Fabolous Hold up