American Psycho Songtext - Red Cafe

American Psycho - Red Cafe

[Hook : Red Café]

All my dogs be loud
Whole team running, knocking ready to die
American psycho
Me against the world, but fuck it, I'm psycho

[Verse 1 : Red Café]
Woke up with a mission, gonna get the money
Back up in the blocks, it's real nigga, keep it going
Been a hustler since I left mama
Pop's dead, I just continue to sag him
I'm making one and them two
Try to fly one in the soda, whip one and then two
And the smoke in the street cracking numbers federal
Suckers show on that paper, then they're gone, see that to you
Brooklyn be my hometown
It's like a jungle, you don't wanna bring your folks around
Last shoot to wrap me up
Eighteen minutes pussy got to pack me up

[Hook : Red Café]

[Verse 2 : Red Café]
I saw life so cold, nigga, pack heat
No credit on cash, nigga, that's street
And my whole team whole stuck
Last night, ten stacks, got 'em all stuck
Snug, sex, drugs and tattoos
Smoke about ten switchers on my last crew
Any questions? I answer cash wounds
Hop up on that big beat and I mash up
Got a good pussy bitch before I know you
She's screaming loud like my 67 motor
You know that do a lot for my ego
I told her next time we fuck I'm a need a trio

[Hook : Red Café]

[Verse 3 : Red Café]
Hey, babe, I'm in the building like I'm on a track
Psycho, my gangsters on fire
More than me, I always been the shooter
I get my folks nightmares, Freddy Krueger
But fifty in the third lane
Dirty crews, dirty guns and some dirty game
Bad bitches set you up, niggas take a change
Now you're in the hood known as a lane
Still flipping numbers mathematic
My wife at home is called erotical
And niggas say I'm getting chubby
And nigga eating nothing more but the money

[Hook : Red Café]


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