RED CAFE - I Got This lyrics

rate me

Verse 1 - Red Cafe

Hah?

I got a bad habit

every night I gotta touch another bad chick

but I ain't selfish

i pass it

I'm the top gun

I'm Maverick

sip champagne out the World Cup

clique in front of the club, I'm feelin'a swerve up

I'm feelin'a ball out

I brought my dogs out

what u drinkin' on mama we bought it all out

yeah!

now it's on

I'm in the zone

I got my kush barked up I'm gettin blown

That redberry got me sauced up

dem other niggas spendin shorts tell 'em boss up

come fly wit me

I'm livin in the sky

I got it wraped up

a ribbon in the sky

and Ciara if you really wan' ride

then you should saddle up and we can fuckin go live

Chorus - Red Cafe

e'ry day I win (win)

I can never lose (lose)

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do

i got this (i got this)

i got this (i got this)

believe dat

what else? (x2)

Verse 2 - Lore'l

I finish in the lead

fuck'em make em leave (yeah)

trophy wife ??? in the lead

a dog in Dior

inportin my decor

get off on important calls ??????

more men and money

is all a bitch fathom

unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him

tounge kiss the madam (mwa)

curtsy and crumpets

toot your horn (that's right)

I can blow a trumpet

my Louis arm strong I got a lotta bag

I jump in the coupe bent (vroom)

hit the gas

shit on I get on and make 'em kiss my ass

tongue out pantyless

feel the drag

Cam Newton

play 'em then I pass

catch me on a hill

Laurie Conrad (yeah)

??? skybox know folks in high places

with Trey Songz makin' love to his faces (uh)

Chorus - Red Cafe

e'ry day I win (win)

I can never lose (lose)

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do

i got this (i got this)

i got this (i got this)

believe dat

what else? (x2)

Verse 3 - Corey Gunz

young money

tih! dese niggas lame Red (yeah)

dey needa quit da bullshit the game dead

Corey Gunz er'ry were dey hear my name said (right)

niggas change. don't blame me

blame bread (yup)

I said

there's somethin fishy 'bout deze greens Red (huh?)

you keep comin home from servin the same feds (woah!)

nah

I'm iight on dat (look)

you pop a rat dey givin you double life for dat

i got dat Tech Uzi revolvin rilfled rat-

young money militia nigga get with it or get left

I'm on a flight ?pissy? (huh?)

like my buildin steps (yeah)

I burn it down my album come with a weldin set-

trip and get your whip melted

pussy playa get wet

yet

i could say a line bout my wrist but pardon my french i need a whole rhyme for my shit

try an' time out my shit target I hit

I'm starvin'a spit

Chorus - Red Cafe

e'ry day I win (win)

I can never lose (lose)

I just do it how the muh fuckin best do

i got this (i got this)

i got this (i got this)

believe dat

what else? (x2)