D Smoke - Lil' Red (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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D Smoke - Lil' Red (en) Lyrics
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Lil' Red, Lil' Red
Took that game to the head (Head)
Cook that slang for the bread (Bread)
Bookbag hang with a TEC (With a TEC)
Lil' Red, Lil' Red (Lil' Red)
Got three chains on his neck (Yeah)
Papi chained in the feds (Feds)
Rocky, bang with the best (Best)
Ego big, lil' legs (Legs)
Skinny kid with plenty friends
Streets got him caught
up in a lil' wet
Lil' wine, lil' bread (Lil' bread)
Communion with the bigheads (Heads)
The OG's told him he the homie
Sold him on the dream and
gave him lil' cred
Save your soul, lil' nigga
Pave your own, lil' nigga
He wasn't tryna hear that
Time went on, a real killer
Was born alone and real bitter
Wasn't the one to get at
Brrat, brrat, let it go
like a merry-go-round
Hit the ground as soon
as a nigga hear that
Then exit with finesse
and skip the lecture
Can't share space like the Knicks
and Nets, the kid's the best
Bookbag hang with a TEC (Ayy)
Rocky, bang with the best, uh (Yeah)
Sería mejor conocerle
Vería dolor en las calles mai'
y no tiene amor pa' no ser
Ya se lo acostumbró, a monstruos,
y no pudo bajar, tuvo sed
Fuentes violentes, inocentes
cayeron, en todos lugares
el cohete trajeron
Chinga a los que me griten y dicen
que no debo vivir así, él dijo
Miren a mí y me busca, no buscan sus
propias vidas, mami, estoy listo
Pa' cualquiera
Y lo que será, será
Pistolas en bocas de enemigos
Dijo cállete el hocico, tritos
Took that game to the head
Bookbag hang with a TEC (Yeah)
Rocky, bang with the best (Yeah)
A lil' motherfucker with
the will to kill
Another real motherfucker,
he peeled his shield
And it never yielded, never been
to Brazil, motherfucker
Never seen the other side of the
wheel, motherfucker (He got)
Manipulated by the older generation
Never gave a fuck about
they integration
Into a world where they had
a label with patience
He'd rather have them
flames in his laces
He'd rather make a name
with the apes and
Go real and go at his own pace, yeah
Big barrel, ho, how that ho taste?
Beat the case, call that nigga OJ
Dinner for breakfast
Enter the door that presented no exits
Never explore but he built to endure
so he still may connect it
And come out with a lesson,
for now he just Lil' Red
Cook that slang for the bread
Bookbag hang with a TEC
Got three chains on his neck
Papi chained in the feds
Rocky, bang with the best
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