Name: Red Leather
Duration: 6 min 54 s
Description: Слушайте песню Red Leather - Metro Boomin, Future онлайн с альбома WE STILL DON'T TRUST YOU в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:54. Год выхода - 2024

WE STILL DON'T TRUST YOU

Metro Boomin

Future

We Still Don't Trust You

Drink N Dance

Out Of My Hands

Jealous

This Sunday

Luv Bad Bitches

Amazing (Interlude)

All to Myself

Nights Like This

Came to the Party

Right 4 You

Mile High Memories

Red Leather

Hip-Hop

So you thinkin' that you gon', I ain't gon'

Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'?

I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her

Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors

Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?

A few remain nameless deserve my dedication

Playin' with the white for green, like a Celtic

She ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfish

I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas

Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer

Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers

Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious

Real patience for them big faces and I got it

Still faded from the last night off molly

Fuck your wife at the back of King of Diamonds

Turn me on, she don't care I put my thumb in

How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin?

Try my best to love you in this world we in

Take another look at every foreign I'm in

End up with the bitches that I started with

I must've been on a pill when I recorded this

Had the stick in my hand while I was typin' it

I know I'm arrogant, but don't be trifling

I iced out you once and you got iced again

Put them bags on her arm like weighed sand

Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through 80 bands

Chanel trench, pussy taste like pineapple

I'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headache

Lifestyle's radical, please excuse the medies

California housing, gettin' better with my veggies

Smash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deaded

Sippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi'

Presidential tints in the back, I done made it

Bitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' graded

Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?

Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrest

Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?

Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes

Everything real, I got my gold veneers added

Motherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek

If your love was a drug, maybe it would be acid

I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse

I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin'

Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah)

Pluto got 20 girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong

Cut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a song

Day one, shawty been with me from the playground

Hey now, baby, that's the reason I was playin' 'round

Runnin' like a chicken with his head cut off

Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather

But I'm still not totally over all the temptation

Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'

Throw so much paper that we causin' the inflation

Might run a train on a bitch, Penn Station

Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted

And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it

Willpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel power

Twin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shots

It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity

I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever

My story's more clever, my similes was better

My energy was never on some toughest nigga shit

I was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitch

I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises

Kept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiff

Of the action, with risk comes attraction

The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star

Wanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for?

I been tryna slang the same wood since Hacksaw

Jim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin'

Now I'm with Young Metro in the V.I.P., bitch, it's incomin'

Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovin

Thinkin' to myself, "Could I really be with one woman?"

But it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak show

Thinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke

Ego, ask yourself, is that gon' bring you peace, though?

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