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No Red Lights Video (MV)




Performed By: SupremeCreme & JustLeek
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Lance King, Malik Pickett




SupremeCreme & JustLeek - No Red Lights Lyrics




Bad bitch, know I got the shit on lock fam, oh
Bad bitch know I... yeah uh
Bad bitch know I got.. huh, yeah, yeah

Peanut butter, not jam
Strum it like a rock band
Baloney, you are not ham
I'm roastin out the pot, damn
F*cked her and forgot, damn
Tryna get the knots, damn
Don't shop at the store, but you can meet me at the top man

Bad bitch, you know I got that shit on lock, fam
You corny, you won't pop, fam
No time I got no clocks, fam
And my niggas bring the drama, yeah they got them glocks fam
They straight from off the block, fam
No red lights, they won't stop, man

Ay, no red lights, need for speed, how the engine running
Yeen gotta look to see its me, you can hear it coming
Wit my nigga Preme, on the scene, off a bean too
2 hoes wit me, call em thing 1 and thing 2
I got cat in the hat from a nat from old nat
Pop a perc, like a nigga havin pain in my back
Fell asleep, f*cked around and spilled the drank in my lap
Nigga had to double take, he seen his main on my snap

All my bitches bad, yeah all my hoes be gorgeous
Its plenty of em in the sea, I always catch the koi fish
Your bitch f*ckin wit me, she said that you a disappointment
Tryna check my schedule to make a dick appointment

You can bring your friend wit you, but only if she join in
I ain't finna tweak wit dat lil nigga, i'll destroy him
We gon take his work and send his ass to unemployment
I be off them percs, but I just take em for enjoyment
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English

Bad bitch, know I got the shit on lock fam, oh
Bad bitch know I... yeah uh
Bad bitch know I got.. huh, yeah, yeah

Peanut butter, not jam
Strum it like a rock band
Baloney, you are not ham
I'm roastin out the pot, damn
F*cked her and forgot, damn
Tryna get the knots, damn
Don't shop at the store, but you can meet me at the top man

Bad bitch, you know I got that shit on lock, fam
You corny, you won't pop, fam
No time I got no clocks, fam
And my niggas bring the drama, yeah they got them glocks fam
They straight from off the block, fam
No red lights, they won't stop, man

Ay, no red lights, need for speed, how the engine running
Yeen gotta look to see its me, you can hear it coming
Wit my nigga Preme, on the scene, off a bean too
2 hoes wit me, call em thing 1 and thing 2
I got cat in the hat from a nat from old nat
Pop a perc, like a nigga havin pain in my back
Fell asleep, f*cked around and spilled the drank in my lap
Nigga had to double take, he seen his main on my snap

All my bitches bad, yeah all my hoes be gorgeous
Its plenty of em in the sea, I always catch the koi fish
Your bitch f*ckin wit me, she said that you a disappointment
Tryna check my schedule to make a dick appointment

You can bring your friend wit you, but only if she join in
I ain't finna tweak wit dat lil nigga, i'll destroy him
We gon take his work and send his ass to unemployment
I be off them percs, but I just take em for enjoyment
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Writer: Lance King, Malik Pickett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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