Red Octobers

Blowin' her back out
Till the bitch pass out
She got a man's
But you know she gotta act out

Rollin' in the Rover
Red Octobers
I'm gettin lucky
Like a four leaf clover

Sippin' on the Clase
Eyes real glassy
Smokin' that pack
Now she feelin' kinda nasty

Get her to the crib
Got my dick all in her ribs
She be walkin' with a limp
Then you give that bitch a kiss

Like what the fuck you doin'
Walkn' round in that fake Gucci

You's a stupid
You's a lame
You's a bitch
You's a pussy

Get the fuck up out my face
Talkin' all that fuckin' bullshit
You don't want no fuckin' smoke
'Cause my shooters really do this

They pull up wit that .45
Red dot on the side
No disguise no surprise
Let you know when I'ma slide

They ain't missin' no dismissin'
Talkin' shit they get to kickin'
We ain't play that knock yo face back
Then we pull off in that Maybach

Like why the fuck yo bitch
Is always hittin' my fuckin' line
I'ma add her to my roster
Got like thirty by my side

Got to many to fuckin' choose from
They be lookin' so damn fine
I might come with three
Or four, or five
'Cause I cannot decide

Yuh

Blowin' her back out
Till the bitch pass out
She got a man's
But you know she gotta act out

Rollin' in the Rover
Red Octobers
I'm gettin lucky
Like a four leaf clover

Sippin' on the Clase
Eyes real glassy
Smokin' that pack
Now she feelin' kinda nasty

Get her to the crib
Got my dick all in her ribs
She be walkin' with a limp
Then you give that bitch a kiss

I'm

Blowin' her back out
Till the bitch pass out
She got a man's
But you know she gotta act out

Rollin' in the Rover
Red Octobers
I'm gettin lucky
Like a four leaf clover

Sippin' on the Clase
Eyes real glassy
Smokin' that pack
Now she feelin' kinda nasty

Get her to the crib
Got my dick all in her ribs
She be walkin' with a limp
Then you give that bitch a kiss



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Writer(s): Anthony Young
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