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Red Nose Video (MV)




Performed By: A1MakeyouPay1
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Odin F




A1MakeyouPay1 - Red Nose Lyrics
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Shake it, like a red nose, like, like, like, like a red nose
Yeah, she gon' shake it, like a red nose, like a, like a
(I feel so euphoria)
Bad bitch, she gon' shake that
B-B-Big bandz at the crib, yeah, my niggaz break that
Suck my dick aw naw, I ain't mean to say that
Wit yo bad, pretty f*ckin' bitches, always wanna play that
Aye broke, niggas always talkin', yeah, I hate that
Shawty tryna slide to my crib, yo manz hate that
Wit that big f*ckin' Glock in yo pocket, I'ma take that
Hop, step the play, ain't no way I can fake that
Bitch, shut the f*ck up when I'm flockin
You speak when you're spoken to, what's up wit all that talkin
All these pawns on the board, is the only ones you knockin
Amir jeans on my pants, baby, that rockin
Better take a step back when you shoot, cause I'm Blockin
Crazy when you bust yo pole at me it start lockin
At yo bitch crib wit yo mom, yeah, she moppin
You ain't heard? Yo bitch got a cherry f*ckin' poppin
(Say Whattt)
Slide around yo block wit a chop
Walk past these bitches, all they paintes f*ckin' drop
F*ck yo mama, I might can't f*ckin' stop
It go like
Lil' baby better come slide and bounce that ass
Better get down on that spotlight, theres fallin cash
Better lay off that drank before you black out and crash
Bad booty, bitch said I'm cute, I guess I'm tryna smash
MCM belt on my goddamn buckle
When I talk to bitches, all they do is blush and chuckle
But I like to get to that bag and stay on my hustle
If you don't won't no recoil, you better put on a muzzle
Aye broke, niggas always talkin', yeah, I hate that
Shawty tryna slide to my crib, yo manz hate that
Wit that big f*ckin' Glock in your pocket, I'ma take that
Hop, step the play, ain't no way I can fake that
Bitch, shut the f*ck up when I'm flockin
You speak when you're spoken to, whats up wit all that talkin
All these pawns on the board, is the only ones you knockin
Amir jeans and my pants, baby, that rockin
Better take a step back when you shoot, cause I'm blockin
Crazy when you bust yo pole at me it start lockin
At yo bitch crib wit yo mom, yeah, she moppin
You ain't heard, yo bitch got a cherry f*ckin' poppin
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Shake it, like a red nose, like, like, like, like a red nose
Yeah, she gon' shake it, like a red nose, like a, like a
(I feel so euphoria)
Bad bitch, she gon' shake that
B-B-Big bandz at the crib, yeah, my niggaz break that
Suck my dick aw naw, I ain't mean to say that
Wit yo bad, pretty f*ckin' bitches, always wanna play that
Aye broke, niggas always talkin', yeah, I hate that
Shawty tryna slide to my crib, yo manz hate that
Wit that big f*ckin' Glock in yo pocket, I'ma take that
Hop, step the play, ain't no way I can fake that
Bitch, shut the f*ck up when I'm flockin
You speak when you're spoken to, what's up wit all that talkin
All these pawns on the board, is the only ones you knockin
Amir jeans on my pants, baby, that rockin
Better take a step back when you shoot, cause I'm Blockin
Crazy when you bust yo pole at me it start lockin
At yo bitch crib wit yo mom, yeah, she moppin
You ain't heard? Yo bitch got a cherry f*ckin' poppin
(Say Whattt)
Slide around yo block wit a chop
Walk past these bitches, all they paintes f*ckin' drop
F*ck yo mama, I might can't f*ckin' stop
It go like
Lil' baby better come slide and bounce that ass
Better get down on that spotlight, theres fallin cash
Better lay off that drank before you black out and crash
Bad booty, bitch said I'm cute, I guess I'm tryna smash
MCM belt on my goddamn buckle
When I talk to bitches, all they do is blush and chuckle
But I like to get to that bag and stay on my hustle
If you don't won't no recoil, you better put on a muzzle
Aye broke, niggas always talkin', yeah, I hate that
Shawty tryna slide to my crib, yo manz hate that
Wit that big f*ckin' Glock in your pocket, I'ma take that
Hop, step the play, ain't no way I can fake that
Bitch, shut the f*ck up when I'm flockin
You speak when you're spoken to, whats up wit all that talkin
All these pawns on the board, is the only ones you knockin
Amir jeans and my pants, baby, that rockin
Better take a step back when you shoot, cause I'm blockin
Crazy when you bust yo pole at me it start lockin
At yo bitch crib wit yo mom, yeah, she moppin
You ain't heard, yo bitch got a cherry f*ckin' poppin
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Writer: Odin F
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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