RED CAFE

RED CAFE - The Thrill lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

When it comes to it,

It's all about that thrill, right?

This Red Café, this bad boy, man!

(Verse)

Let’s be the nigga that was born to do it

The conartist riding on the condo it

The Jews like Liberace gold shit

Whole shit, we don’t tolerate this real nigga holiday

A safe day for me, pray for me

Keep these fuck niggas way from me!

Speak to the G code,

Practice discipline

I know my niggas thuggin’ in the fair

Listening. Make my own rules, so I got some home rules

Never fuck lame hoes that blame it on the booze

The caps feelers with hose choose

Screw that shit, I ain’t familiar, that’s a point of failure

I know niggas with albums that go broke

I’mma rich nigga, no albums, I got the votes

I’m done, keys to your bitch ignition

I turn her on, gas up on her, then I’m gone

Here to win, yeah, it’s him again

No mistakin’, where he from, summertime timbalands

The killer in the dutch, I’m a killer in the clutch

Freak with chows, know the least, order the duck

My bitches is anything but basic

This basic, bear witness to greatness

(My bitches is anything but basic)

(This basic, bear witness to greatness)

(Verse)

Follow along, rap phenomenon, back from along

Got that girl soaking wet, she back up in the stall

Red October, the wait’s over

You can tell’em Cinderellas the date’s over

Got a bottle of Yeks, few J’s, I’m going up

Right back in the psyche ward, I’m going nuts

Take what I want, I build my team on trust

Only thing I gots to give is a fuck

Fuck off! I finna get my nut off

Freak with ball shit you ain’t used to, it’s crucial

I take a 95 girl on scripple

Long as she come with a nigga, I ain’t gotta kiss ‘er

Filthy, Brooklyn built me

Smoking, drinking, cashing out, I’m guilty,

I don’t like it, cause you never wipe it

He just popped doing a flash, that light me

My chicks pop tags like Sarah Jessica

Clean the royal nuts when they come to America

Love to you boy, royalty, killer in these streets

Suckers don’t toy with me

Nah, penthouse booked up, you know it’s us

Back to these bricks, watch the dose stack up

Penthouse booked up, you know it’s us

Back to these bricks, watch the dose stack up

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