IDK, MF DOOM, Jay Electronica and Westside Gunn - Red

Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
Ayo

Bitch, you ain't never been naked on the seashore (ah)
Put money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior
Paris, me and Don C sittin' front row
Elephant drum on the forty, shit Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I'm talking jumbo
I'm feeling like Shawn, I might shoot a 1-0
Please no sparklers, baby, I'm a legend
Standin' on the couch, ace bottle in the desk

Riddle me this, riddle me that
Got the whole world and why we exist finally mapped
The rich kids get all the girls and all the ass
While the broke boys walk with the world kickin' they back, yeah
She say she want a five-star meal (yeah)
If it come with head, then it's a five-star deal
She say, shit, she just tried to hit me with a slap
I blocked my face with my hand, now it's a dap
No strings attached, I ain't tryna be a puppet, ya heard?
I'd rather be stung by bees than be fuckin' with birds
I say this shit all the time until I'm touchin' her curves
Or 'til it's time to pet the pussy like purr
'Fecto her fur, retro her weave
Hetero her heels, dreez, don't fuck up the dress code
She don't need a nigga for shit, she got her own
But if he say he tryna pay, she like, "I ain't sayin' no"

Roses are red (yeah), violets are blue (ayy)
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late (yeah), the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game too great (I say)
Roses are red (yeah), violets are blue (ayy)
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late, the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game crazy

Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay shine (yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly, da-da, da-da
Damn, showboatin', gettin' greedier
Doin' shows for feds on social media
Wikipedia (Wikipedia)

Man, these hoes gettin' greedier, gettin' needier
Doin' stunts for the media, cloutin' serious
Bad bitch, yeah, but the mind state is hideous
(Is the head right?) Brain like encyclopedia
Man, that ass look good with your Brazilian lift
The money like that shit, we tryna wife that shit
Might first-class-on-a-Delta-flight that shit
Off tops, I ain't even have to write that shit, yeah
Lamar Odom with the stroke, girl, you got my dick
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
You like a Uber when you ride, I might but your ass a
Car-car, car-car-car-car, car

Roses are red, violets are blue
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late, the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game crazy

Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay shine (yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly, da-da, da-da
Showboatin', gettin' greedier
Doin' shows for feds on social media
Wikipedia (Wikipedia)

Ayo
Every (?) Need a Halime Sultan
To establish a tribe and build masjid roofs on
My life, might sacrifice my pray and my death
It's all for the one God who spareth me breath
You could try and lie to yourself about the time
The war between God and Satan for altered minds
In the age of social media, Twitter, YouTube
Google and Wikipedia, pearls get tossed to swine
You stick with Dr. Fauci, I'm runnin' with Dr. Wesley
I'd never let the CDC come and finesse me
I'd never let the fake news from the press distress me
Even though the Devil would love to Malcolm X me
It's him again
With the tint skintone breaching brimstone
Until the man that sing get everything that was meant for him
Just know one thing, and that's the Lord sent me here to be king

Written by:
Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Jason Aaron Mills, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Daniel Thompson Dumile, Derek Alexander Gamlam, Donovan Jonathan Fort, Kingsley Kwadije, Michel Maurice Henri Ripoche, Philippe Briche, Timothy E. Thedford

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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