Correction Paroles Red Wine par Spaceghostpurrp

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Coming through the scene,
Feeling very, very clean
New jeans you never seen
A found of billie jean
She was a fiend for the fame
And the fortune, gave her a ring
Till she claimed an avortion
Got rid of my seed, everything I need
Told her she can be my queen
If she swallow my babies
And keep it in her tummy
Or I can leave you bummy
Baby girl you got a choice
Ain't a damn thang funny
See I'm after this money
While these honeys be dressing up
Coming to spot, now they different, they breast is up
You better be catching up,
You niggas all in my dust
Can't f*ck my connection up
Your bitch be the one to lust
I be the one to bust, all over they faces
Counting my money up, I'm stackin caucasians
I am amazing, my nigga I'm racist,
I hate f*ck niggas, peon niggas, they raisons

Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Don't worship me

She thinking she the shit, when she want
She be moving her hips
In the motion of slow she lickin her lips
She a trip
I watch all the lames with no game
Try to lay they mac down it's whack
They all the same
I came to step in the pow
To make her laugh at the end of the night
She made her own bath
Legs up, all in the gut, I know she feeling
Like that when she scream my name
In vain, she into feel is
Kill it, the spot non stop
Every time they see us style
We be making panties drop
Brand new cologne, turn it to love zones
In morning poetic thoughts,
And the vickies, yeah, start a nigga buts
... when you moving smooth, keep me motivated a lot
Ciroc drippin down your breast,
As your friend celeste with the ass naked off of the chest

I be like
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Don't worship me
Don't worship me
Don't worship me.

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