JDotFree - Red Opps(Remix) lyrics

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JDotFree - Red Opps(Remix) lyrics

If your a** ain't bout it what the- If your a** ai'nt bout it what the- If your a** ain't bout it what the- [Chorus] If your a** ain't bout what the f** you talking for If you talking reckless we gone leave you on the floor I got sh** for sale man I'msomewhere like a store Boy we getting lit, get that double cup then pour [Verse 1] f** all the people that's thinkin' they nice, they ain't sh** and i'll prove it the money I'm moving, the realest to do it leaving you clueless you trynna get with me like b**h is you stupid Curving b**hes like its Daytona, but they stay coming like a McDonalds twenty-four hours leaving b**hes sour Going off now that's the power outage my sh** is dirty never heard a shower where im looking at is like a watch tower looking over then im bout to go devour finna turn into a savage all yall people cowards Calling havoc like I'm Wreck-It-Ralph, put my dick up in your daughter mouth best rapper ever in the South you be talking sh** I'll show you what I'm bout ain't nobody gonna say sh** cuz' Raleigh rappers soft, talking like you tough like coins you will get tossed, people talking bout me but when I show they don't do no talk I dont give a f** you can tell by how I walk [Chorus] If your a** ain't bout what the f** you talking for If you talking reckless we gone leave you on the floor I got sh** for sale man I'm somewhere like a store Boy we getting lit, get that double cup then pour [Verse 2] f** anybody that's talking about me and anybody that started to doubt me Y'all suicidal so I'm kamikazee you set yourself up for the k** do you copy I'm sure the flow is not yours You ain't from the street b**h you live in the Burbs Please know your place, know where you stand you talk like you rich but you ain't seen a grand, Damn Sixteen, bout to get it though, no Ghost Rider, that's mine bro Trynna get Richie like Lionel, I done glo'd up where the time go I ain't sh** yet, that'll change though Like two dimes in a dime bag, I don't give a f** about my old hoes, even if they missing what the f** we had I'm bout my sh**, I can give a f** bout yours People claiming something, like a model they be the posing I been ready for a b**h, lets get this sh** in motion b**h saying she love me like the f** is you smoking f** all these people that's saying the nice, they ain't sh** and I'll prove it The money I'm moving, the realest to do it leaving you clueless you trynna get with me like b**h is you stupid f** anybody that's talking about me and anybody that started to doubt me Y'all suicidal so I'm kamikazee you set yourself up for the k** do you copy [Chorus] If your a** ain't bout what the f** you talking for If you talking reckless we gone leave you on the floor I got sh** for sale man I'msomewhere like a store Boy we getting lit, get that double cup then pour Ya Ya Ya City of Hope right here man [Ending]