Brianna Perry

Brianna Perry - Red Cup lyrics

rate me

feat. Pusha T

[Hook]

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

X rated, chicks getting faded

Prolly won’t remember, I love it but I hate it

Say it, sub twitting be more specific

We in the section where the broke be restricted

Dude approach me asking for my digits

Like who in the hell still says digits

Like who in the hell still wears fiddits

Short patience, sick midgets, switch it

You can never be me a tip it

I know I’m the snizhnick I roll with the small clip

Follow my footprints but I never go there

Because they never get it so it’s like I lead em nowhere

Red punch, red cup I’m drunk

Before they throw me in the pool I’ma dunk

I’ma beat had a stop to get launch yeah

I’m the girl all the boys wanna aha

[Hook]

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

Red punch, red cup, she drunk

Red coupe, red bottoms, she jump

Red label, rose mo I stunt

Red light, blue light, I run

Oh boy, see the band on his wrist, he a dope boy

Keep his hand on the brick he got no choice

Let the glock do the talking, he got no voice

Peep game, peep lame from afar

Peep 2 pump, get your ass in the car

Tmz lens on the heels of a star

Media takeout, will both get us caught

Nice try, close call nigga

You better blame it on the ball nigga

No, I ain’t even that toll nigga

Somebody gotta take the fall with you, gone

[Hook]

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

I can’t remember, cold december

Stunting like my daddy, mufasa, simba

Came with the heater, 5 t timber

So unbalanced, think I need the day to libra

She could be the zebra, I’m the black panther

I switch fits more than new born changed pampers

See me, I’m the biggest shit on campus

Body bang makers, ol niggas speak spanish

3 different accounts, 3 different amounts

See I only talk money so you know what I’m about

So you know what I’m about

I only talk money getting money in the south

I don’t even pump my own gas

I don’t even gotta wipe my own ass

Princess ...a lame can’t relate

A boss can fed up and that’s tk

[Hook]

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

Red punch, red cup, I’m drunk

I’m the hold up, wanna, aha.

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