Red Velvet (Blowing Up) (feat. Justin Corsillo)

Duration

4:44

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

You're Red Velvet so cold and I need you now 'cause my top's about to blow. Shit, why'd you go, 'cause you know I'm alone? Should be Three's Company, I'm Jack, you're Chrissy Snow. (Don't hit the road now.) Uh, grab the two tone couture, Grab the ganja sticks, smell like a different culture. See I explain who I want you to be, 'cause in the end there isn't really much to me, so I picture you as a Go-Go dancer Go-Go at it, I'm like, Go-Go Gadget. You're boy done left that so tell him to have grief sex, Give him a Kleenex, my regards please bless. Hook: See bitch I'm blowing up (blowing up) while they shout photo-op. (blowing up) Don't close the photo book (blowing up) then I'll put your photos up. See now baby that I understand, that you would miss me after all of that. You know it's true, but still you don't call back. I'd probably be in the booth waiting, Your excuse, "Chelsea's what I've been Lately". It's like damn you the A-Bomb. Bitch that light the stage on fire faster that you can say Napalm. I rhyme for you, appreciate the lot. I'm still waiting on my spaceship, whether you're coming or not. Hook Justin: 15 minutes, that's all they give us when you're up in this bitch gotta learn to live with it. So I take 15, turn it into 20. They say it's not enough, guess what, I think it's plenty when you flip the whole game, did it like no one ever and did it with no name, like, who could do it better? I could do whatever, flow is hitting double headers. Colder than December boy you better grab your sweater. Yes, it's sweater weather, this beat is so Bronx. 'Bout to pull a flush, give you something to fold on. Tripping on HD been whipping for so long, so pump that fuckin' beat, give me something to roll on. Double entendre don't even ask how. They said I'd never make it just look at my stacks now, look at my tracks now, balling like Shaq now. Holding up the finger, like, look at the facts now.