Ridin Round Ft. Shyne Lyrics - Red Cafe American Psycho II Album Lyrics

...Kinley,who the army?
...but flip the shots in your rip cage
On the free rail I come quick,mate
Everybody in my big face
That's the keys
That's the keys
Come get me
I ain't worried about his Biggie
I'm getting mine and I'm being sedated
...I brought home like...
You gonna cargo when I'm ...
Your prince is over that BOLO
...East side,worldwide

Ask her is she's a big girl
Hey you can post your biggie hoe
No hoe but seek up

Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin ' round,ridin' round
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
My tool on me,my tool on me
Ridin' round,dog say
Ridin' round Illuminati

Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin ' round,ridin' round
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
My tool on me,my tool on me
Ridin' round,dog say
Ridin' round Illuminati

Ridin' round in that Veyron
My black strappin' ,my season
My black...
My dog level,my tape on
I like these rappers based on
...That white girl and that black guy

Hunt and ransom
Hunt and ransom
Hunt and ransom
...Watch your tone
Watch your tone
Watch your tone
Cause these are best hours
Ask the big...
I ain't even supposed to be home
...supreme is my ...

Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin ' round,ridin' round
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
My tool on me,my tool on me
Ridin' round,dog say
Ridin' round Illuminati

Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin ' round,ridin' round
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
My tool on me,my tool on me
Ridin' round,dog say
Ridin' round Illuminati

You come ridin' round in that Bugatti
Tryin' to cush ,feeling molly
Strapped up,turned up
...for the fuck Holly
On my rap sheets,too much bodies
6 hoes,motherfuckers
...Ice down no blood dimes
It's dog life,real dog shining
All off that block work
Shake that monster
Lean back ...
See me for that fish girl
I pass you with them bricks on


East side I'm Boston
Feed up in that big lead
Me and all these big bees
...way on insistently
I'm living this real life
Than fuck boy ,don't miss me
I escaped the re-call
I ain't even supposed to be home
Pimps seeing get a G code
Ain't nothing free but a free ride home

Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
Ridin ' round,ridin' round
Ridin' round in that Bugatti
My tool on me,my tool on me
Ridin' round,dog say
Shake down Illuminati

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Yesterday's Lunch Lyrics (ft. Chinx Drugz) - Red Cafe American Psycho II Album Lyrics

You boot up on my leftovers
I shoppin' diamonds, they got the best coca
I talk about it, just be about it
There's about money, then we about it
I hit the back, they never cryin'
Boy, I'm just a nigger in versace
Me and dolla man, ted dibiase
All that niggas won is a menage in a ferrari
Shawty got that look
I'm feeling kill it, catch a party
Me trigger and? got the party jumping
This shit fundamental
And I'm dispear like them donkey
Different nigger, my name is gucci o'pollo shop
They had to clear a wrist
To get a photo shooting
My dog just caught a case trappin'
Drop fitty on the lawyer
Luckily I stayed speck in law
?
I'd be serving halo work
I should have a dealer play, ha!

You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it?
You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it, huh?

You boot up on my leftovers
I'm getting sick tired from pick toe
I'm in a red rover
New shit, er'day I'm on new shit
Bunt up, ruthless
One condom, two chicks kill!
Used to pose by the bar
Now, my young niggas' up
All we do is buy the bar, aah!
Sing it to my bitches like I'm drizzy drake
You should blow the candle
I might just hit the cake
Eat it how you get it, show niggas respect
If that cookie good, don't you get out of credit
Pay thing, tell them that I'm fresh than your ex nigger
And the next nigga
And the next nigga

You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it?
You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers, huh
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it, huh?

[Chinx: ]
Young nigga turn rich, hoe bottom line
Stash, you can see the cake no calvin klein
You break leg, I'm mj
Donkey on these hoes, fronted got it right?
Fuck right were you ate that
That's pimp shit - we don't play that
Halo your bitch is the only way you gon' fuck
'Cause if I ok that
I'd come back and swapping these hoes
That's true shit, no new shit
As the same nigga before

You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it, huh?
You boot up on my leftovers
You boot up on my leftovers, huh
That's old news, I'm off that
Got a new chick, got a new whip
And a valet, where's parked it, huh?

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Ice Cold Lyrics - Red Cafe American Psycho II Album Lyrics

(Intro)
Let’s get ready to rumble!

Saratosa, the Notorious BIG
Back to flight school
How’s yo bitch?
East side niggas, what it be like? Shit down

(Hook)
Ice, ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
Muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold

(Verse)
Ice, ice cold
Fuck all the bullshit, we takin over
All my niggas be stuntin heavy like they supposed to
We won the trophy, fuck all them nominees
Now I’m prayin to god for all my rivalries
Ice, ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
Fuck wit my money might be your last day
We smokin' niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtray
Strip off her lingerie like a robberies
I made her cum fast like she was Japanese
She listen to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey
I said whatever baby, you getting dick today
Hah, thug life, that’s swole like
Shakedown, we got the best dope price
Yea

(Hook)
Ice, ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
Muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold

(Verse)
Ice, ice cold
These niggas counterfeit, they ain’t bout shit
I be weighin stacks, ain’t got time to count shit
I’m just tryna get ahead while we get some head
First flock a nigga, they know I get to the bread
Yea, ice ice cold
I’m a bad muthafucka, bad like Michael
Let’s get it
Shit might look trippy but we ain’t trippin though
(What else?)
Might just be sippin but we ain’t mixin though
(What else?)
All the time I ran, was on the federales
My chick be on the Aderol or they on the molly
Got that album, still getting that buckle out
They waitin for this shit like Mayweather and Pacquiao

(Hook)
Ice, ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
Muthafucka, ice ice cold
That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold

(Verse)
I’m runnin the town, no fuckin around
I’m fuckin with Hov, I’m back on the brown
Walk through the valley, the shadow of death
I’m pitchin the white like I’m back when I’m out
Bangin this pussy while you on yo feelings
Makin a killin, got work and I’m villain
Livin the life of a hustla child
Pop me a freak then I’m back to the dealin
We in the streets, just me and my dawg
Ridin around with the strap and it cocked
My niggas shooters, my bitches is bout it
We smoking and drinkin, get fucked by the law
Ice, ice cold
And we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho

(Outro)
Aye man kill that beat man
Kill that shit nigga
Psycho 2, what else?
(Fatality, fatality)

This is Donald Trump and who kid you’re fired

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