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Paint The Town Red Lyrics:

(It's Balik)
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Oh

Standin' on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
Bitch we run the town, heard what I said
I'll take down, paint it red
Bad bitches on, they gimme head
Free my rich niggas, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?"
She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right
Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight

Ever since I was a youngin', I seen you pussy niggas hatin'
I'ma put on my youngins, and I'ma be proud to see 'em make it
A nigga ain't give me shit, nah, now y'all gon' see me take it
When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces
My bitch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg
Her bag cost fifteen thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg
Runnin' from mad dogs, told my nigga, don't get bagged, dawg
Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, that's what that new G Wag cost
Need me a bitch gon' ride with me, need a bitch gon' vibe with me
Nah, them niggas ain't none of my friends, they ain't gon' slide with me
How the fuck you call yourself a Glizzy? Niggas ain't even tied with me
Bitch, I seen your DM, I'm busy, now she wanna go live with me
Dime piece to tame me, yeah, side piece amazin'
She got this dick, she say "I see now why your bitch so crazy"
She told me I'm number one, Tracy McGrady
I'm havin' fun and you got none, these niggas hate me
Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick
These ain't no .380s, shawty, this extended clip
See, this ain't no regular pistol, it came with a kit
Had a bitch out way in Europe, that bitch was a trip
Gave that bitch my digits, but I know she want a ticket
Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it
Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it
Stock it, then I flip it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it
Southeast savage, bitch, I ain't average
Came up out that gutter, now the nigga livin' lavish
Shoppin' sprees in Paris, bitch, I'm mad rich
Rep that Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got more guns than a terrorist

Standin' on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
Bitch we run the town, heard what I said
I'll take down, paint it red
Bad bitches on, they gimme head
Free my rich niggas, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?"
She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right
Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight