Red Eye - Poj

Red Eye - Poj

  • Year of release: 2012
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:51

Below is the lyrics of the song Red Eye , artist - Poj with translation

Lyrics " Red Eye "

Original text with translation

Red Eye

Poj

1st VERSE

It don’t matter dog, I’m a keep rocking

Until I’m maserati copping

Dude knocking with the two-15s, trunk rattling

Got the swisher rolled for the instant satisfaction

You muggin while we laughing, you thinkin of a swindle

The crabs in the bucket get to plucking with that syndrome

(Get from round here)

If it ain’t positive then I ain’t gone be round there

I be bumping bitches chasing digits, (What you bout playa ??)

Don’t sound too similar so snap ya pussy back and take a bath full of vinegar

Artificial cats fold up when real men emerge

They wanna slow me down, trying to spike ya nigga with the syrup

Its all marketing and mouthpiece

If you a fake nigga don’t even try to outreach

Sonny I’m a shark, you a fool trying to drown me

Money where my mouth at so my talk never cheap…

HOOK

I’m in a league of a chosen few

You talkin money then my nigga what it do

Go grapes got hard got soft got shards

But I’m coming from a whole other view

2ND VERSE

I’m performing on stage with my chain and my henchmen

We made sicc, on some Lynch-shit

No networking with you perpetrators

Cuz if you fucking wit a sucka it’ll hurt you later

Boy we major… sorta like Nasir

Shouts out to dat All-Star Cast top tier

South-side of my city boy, county real grimey

Coyotes on ya head, on the hunt like Wiley

Icey, charm got the pave slices

And since niggaz be snitching I do business with the pisas

I’ve been tryna be a lil more social

But you doin all that feeding now ya nose is like Pinocchio

The okey doke’s a little too antique

I’m where the bread at… I'm in the pantry

You slow-mo, I’m all-go like the grand prix

And to the big bad wolf you like bambi

3RD VERSE

They try to pull me down, say I don’t sound

Like I’m really from the town where the pity ain’t allowed

No sweat, my rush hour’s like June Thao

Eye of the Tiger, when I spit it’s like a smooth growl

You paper tower to a hurricane

Yellow line down ya vertebrae, I’m at ya neck, Merton Hanks

Furnishing banks with feddy reserves

See we keep it moving while you waiting ya turn

And really, you suppose to get ya own shit poppin

Quit waiting on the next man dropping

Gotta stay innovative, techniques new options

Dope every time, leave’em stuck on astonishment

Only promising to keep it all quality

I’m in the pussy so deep you know it gotta qwiff

Money on my mind til I’m ballin ain’t no time to sleep

We on a Red Eye Flight, just follow me

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