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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraRed Leather (feat. Metro Boomin & J. Cole)
So you thinkin' that you gon', I ain't gon'Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'?I'm one thousandYeahI done turned a dancer to a trophyI done balled with rings like KobeNever send a tweet with emotions, uhShe heard I sip lean, she got emotionalCodeine got my heart like opiumI can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' herTake me back to Kingston to see my ancestorsPissin' on your grave in some red leatherTurbo Panamera, the seat bird feathersKeep light on mе like CarmeloDon't lie to mе, I'm on God levelsForever's not long enoughIf it's endless, what we doin'?Either you a rebel or what we doin'?Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?A few remain nameless deserve my dedicationI just want my movement like Larry DavisCame from Amsterdam, had my head upScreenshot bitches got me fed upPlayin' with the white for green like a CelticShe ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfishI just bought my young bitch some new RosettasWent to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghettoLike to kick it with her 'cause she play soccerIntroduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbersNow she want that Bentayga and it's obviousReal patience for them big faces and I got itStill faded from the last night off mollyThe ones work at Magic, work at FolliesI just left Onyx and caught a bodyFuck your wife at the back of King of DiamondsTurn me on, she don't care I put my thumb inLeave me all alone, I'm throwin' a partyHow I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin?Try my best to love you in this world we inTake another look at every foreign I'm inEnd up with the bitches that I started withI must've been on a pill when I recorded thisHad the stick in my hand while I was typin' itI know I'm arrogant, but don't be triflingI iced out you once and you got iced againThese guitars sound like ParliamentI just blowed a check, baby, pardon meAll-black trim, dark burgundyKeep it real with me, no perjuryPut them bags on her arm like weighed sandSaks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bandsGot your passport ready, we some aliensGot my transporter up out my radiusGot my transporter, whip Mercedes-BenzI could never give up on what we hadAbracadabra, make my side bitch betterChanel trench, pussy taste like pineappleI'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headacheLifestyle's radical, please excuse the mediesCalifornia housing, gettin' better with my veggiesAudemars, Richard Mille came in a FedExSmash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deadedSippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi'Presidential tints in the back, I done made itBitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' gradedTake you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrestCaught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?Times got hard and I fucked off your lashesEverything real, I got my gold veneers addedMotherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a PatekIf your love was a drug, maybe it would be acidI know I lost your trust, but I made you relapseI gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin'I tippy-toe and I dance with the devilI'll take a whole boat out to BahamasShawty ride for a real one like a gunnerI done turned a dancer to a trophyI done balled with rings like KobeNever send a tweet with emotions, uhShe heard I sip lean, she got emotionalCodeine got my heart like opiumI can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' herTake me back to Kingston to see my ancestorsPissin' on your grave in some red leatherPissin' on your grave in some red leatherForever's not long enoughIf it's endless, what we doin'?Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah)Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrongCut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a songDay one, shawty been with me from the playgroundHey now, baby, that's the reason I was playin' 'roundRunnin' like a chicken with his head cut offThrough the streets where the freaks love the red leatherOn my shoulder blades, in my older ageSee the error of my waysbut I'm still not totally over all the temptationWhy does sin give you all the sensation?Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'A lot of money on a stripper educationThrow so much paper that we causin' the inflationNow it's late and I'm gettin' impatientMight run a train on a bitch, Penn StationNah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wastedAnd she whisper in my ear she wanna taste itDamn, you makin' it hard for meBut I'm stayin' strong, I got authorityWillpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel powerMe and Astro six-foot-four, we the Twin TowersTwin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shotsIt's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximityI can't stop right now, they gon' remember me foreverMy story's more clever, my similes was betterMy energy was never on some toughest nigga shitI was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitchI was just a college nigga from a rougher premisesKept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiffOf the action, with risk comes attractionThe blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track starWanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for?I been tryna slang the same wood since HacksawJim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin'Now I'm with Young Metro in the VIP, bitch, it's incomin'Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovinThinkin' to myself: Could I really be with one woman?Hmm, I think soBut it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak showThinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystrokeEgo, ask yourself is that gon' bring you peace, though?(Shit, I don't know)Forever's not long enoughIf it's endless, what we doin'?Either you a rebel, what we doin'?Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?
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