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Red Eye Video (MV)




Performed By: El Jubo
Language: English
Length: 1:24
Written by: Walter Green Jr




El Jubo - Red Eye Lyrics
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Up in the trap, yeah, trapin the pack
Damn, nigga don't want no beef, nigga don't want no heat
Damn, and I'm makin' them hits, put that shit on repeat
She never seen that sauce, now she come' wanna freak
Ayy, trappin' them P's, might f*ck around and buy me ah brand new watch
Shawty, I'm trappin' these bows, how the f*ck you think I got all these clothes
Ayy, Shawty, she f*ckin' on me, she already know im too clean
Ayy, boy I got so many pieces, you can come shop on my spot
Nigga pull up and I'm drippin' and saucin all BB
Ayy, Shawty got a big ole ass, she finna pull up and beat
Uh, I was just servin' em, I was just trappin' them P's up
Ayy, baby, I was stackin' that change, gotta get my G's up
Damn, bought her some Christian Dior, the hoe was like Jesus
Yeah, ayy, cut off your arms, I see that you reachin', yeah
Yeah, ayy, I'm off that good, geeked up early
Makin that play, hit the gas and I'm swervin
When the bags come through, you know I get locked in
Goin', goin', stackin' that money, I'm bringin' them bows in
This is ah trap spot, money keep goin
This is ah trap spot, money keep goin
I remember them days I was outside all day tryen to get if off
Pushin that P gotta meet my quota
She is a freak, that hoe's ah goater
Damn, I was just catchin' them flights late, drop off ah red eye
Ayy, Shawty I'm not missin' my shot, that boy got dead eye
Ayy, Shawty got good old pussy, that shit like a bake pie
Damn, nigga gon' make me laugh, I'm lookin' like ha-ha
I'm lookin' like ha-ha
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Up in the trap, yeah, trapin the pack
Damn, nigga don't want no beef, nigga don't want no heat
Damn, and I'm makin' them hits, put that shit on repeat
She never seen that sauce, now she come' wanna freak
Ayy, trappin' them P's, might f*ck around and buy me ah brand new watch
Shawty, I'm trappin' these bows, how the f*ck you think I got all these clothes
Ayy, Shawty, she f*ckin' on me, she already know im too clean
Ayy, boy I got so many pieces, you can come shop on my spot
Nigga pull up and I'm drippin' and saucin all BB
Ayy, Shawty got a big ole ass, she finna pull up and beat
Uh, I was just servin' em, I was just trappin' them P's up
Ayy, baby, I was stackin' that change, gotta get my G's up
Damn, bought her some Christian Dior, the hoe was like Jesus
Yeah, ayy, cut off your arms, I see that you reachin', yeah
Yeah, ayy, I'm off that good, geeked up early
Makin that play, hit the gas and I'm swervin
When the bags come through, you know I get locked in
Goin', goin', stackin' that money, I'm bringin' them bows in
This is ah trap spot, money keep goin
This is ah trap spot, money keep goin
I remember them days I was outside all day tryen to get if off
Pushin that P gotta meet my quota
She is a freak, that hoe's ah goater
Damn, I was just catchin' them flights late, drop off ah red eye
Ayy, Shawty I'm not missin' my shot, that boy got dead eye
Ayy, Shawty got good old pussy, that shit like a bake pie
Damn, nigga gon' make me laugh, I'm lookin' like ha-ha
I'm lookin' like ha-ha
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Writer: Walter Green Jr
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