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Lil Durk – Eyes Red LYRICS

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I love the bitches who love me and let me act crazy to other lil’ bitches in public
I know some niggas got work on they stomach
They ain’t go to the gym like they work on they stomach
She tellin’ me that she love me, but my mama told me to never get tricked by a woman
I don’t trust niggas who be in everybody hood
Like, “How the fuck you get my number?”
How you get public defendants for fighting a murder for one of yo’ brothers with money?
I gave the money for lawyers, so how I divide y’all, I was just doing it for nothing

Hate to fall out with some niggas I loved, ’cause they talk about business on regular numbers
I’m off the Xan’, I done crashed the TRS truck, I had the phone in my hand
I don’t be tellin’ my daughter she come with her brother ’cause I hate breakin’ a promise
I don’t be puttin’ no weed in my story, they tellin’ stories like they havin’ anxiety
Money comin’ in singles, I done told shorty, show her body
It be somethin’ you wanna hear fresh off the rip, give some money (Hell yeah)

Give her some money, she prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money, they pocket watchin’ ’til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, made my gun slip

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[?] beat his body, he the man
Even though the witness took the stand (Yeah)
Ten-ninety jake on the ‘Gram
[?] shorty to the fam’ (Yeah)
Down on the scope, why you trollin’ again?
Harajuku barbie, my bitch a ten (Yeah)
Never gon’ go through her phone again

Sing what you say and I’ll hurt you for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Foenem be tweakin’, they rollin’ off pills
They grabbin’ they gun, they goin’ the block
None of them niggas got money like I got the money
She better go fuck with a opp (Yeah)
Murder time (Yeah)
That nigga live with a clock (Yeah)
Summer time (Yeah)

Uh, [?] gon’ pour out the Wock’
Fast car, Lamborghini, skrrt (Yeah)
Big prr, I’m flyin’ through the ?
Big prr, my Memphis bitch squirt (Yeah)
Big prr, shiesty in her purse (Yeah, yeah)
Tiffany ones, the jeweler confirmed
Cuff on the bottom, I’m waitin’ my turn
Celebrity bitches be sneaky and sus
I promise I’ll never go tell ’em a word (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)

Give her some money, she prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money, they pocket watchin’ ’til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, made my gun slip
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