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Lil JJ

"Red Everything."

Hook: Lil OG
Red Everything!
Red Carpet!
Shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
Red Everything!
Red Bentley
Shoot ya face up, & tell em OG sent me
Red Everything 
Red Bentley
Y'all ain't sh*t. Hit em with a Semi. 

Verse 1: Stunna
I be on that nice flow. 
Bro, I got a nice ho
Young Money, free Flow
J is the big bro. 
Yeah, & man I love that Cali
f*ck the Feds, man ya can't have me. 
Yeah, I know you n*ggas mad
I know you n*ggas sad
White boy, I'm so Rad
Boy, I'll bust yo ass. 
I don't think you know
Never, ever wife a ho
Y'all lil' pussies slow. 
Yeah. F.M.E, LMCMB
Y'all can't even see me. 
On that Cali Kush
That good tree. 

Hook: Lil OG
Red Everything!
Red Carpet!
Shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
Red Everything!
Red Bentley
Shoot ya face up, & tell em OG sent me
Red Everything 
Red Bentley
Y'all ain't sh*t. Hit em with a Semi. 

Verse 2: Lil OG
Red Everything, Blood gang Five. 
f*ck around with a blood, end up with no eyes. 
Cause we real Gangsta's. 
Call 50, cause you a damn Wanksta. 
Red flag raised. 
God is who we praise. 
Can't stand Lil UNit, that n*gga gay. 
I mean why the dissing?
di*k is all he kissing. 
He hear this, he straight flippin'
Yeah. Red flag in that right pocket
Reppin' Piru, & we ain't even stoppin'


Hook: Lil OG
Red Everything!
Red Carpet!
Shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
Red Everything!
Red Bentley
Shoot ya face up, & tell em OG sent me
Red Everything 
Red Bentley
Y'all ain't sh*t. Hit em with a Semi. 

Verse 3: Lil JJ
Shelby's where its at, tilt the Gatti to the right
You know how them bullets travel. Maf*cka book a flight. 
I can't hang with basic hoes
I know ya hate me bro
Coupe white as the snow
Blood Gang, we make ya insides blow
You n*ggas trippin. Tie ya lace. 
I'm the Evil twin, the name is Ace. 
I'll bust a Krab, where they swimmin?
Take a look at yo girl. That ass I'm drillin
I'm with the OG, & my n*gga Stunna
And I'm just JJ, boy Ima Gunna
I keep it real, boy one hundred
I'm in Skinny Jeans, with some Converses
I could kill ya, get jail, is it worth it?
I'll let Squad shoot em', cause he registered
Rob ya shop, get to the Register. 
Uh, these n*ggas pus*y, but they ain't tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right. 
No. 
Fresh Money til I die
Shoot you in ya eye. 
You can't beat me, don't try. 

Hook: Lil OG
Red Everything!
Red Carpet!
Shut ya face ho, throw ya in a mosh pit
Red Everything!
Red Bentley
Shoot ya face up, & tell em OG sent me
Red Everything 
Red Bentley
Y'all ain't sh*t. Hit em with a Semi. 

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