Songtexte Solar Flare Red - Ayne the Sim

Two shoes, that's a pair of shoes
High like a parachute
I'ma embarrass you
You think you scary too
But you know you ain't
My solar flare red it's smelling like paint
If you stay too long, then you finna faint
Replace the C with the K, 'cause I can't
Yeah, you love the starry skies up in the night
Word to Lil RG, cause I'm making it right
I stand on my money and I got more height
My fits cost way more than you can afford
We got some history, Mr. McCord
I'm teachin' her things, write it on a board
New song was trash it's makin' me bored
Its really so boring
301, up in the morning
Yeah, we chillin' out here with the tac
You always play games
I'm not playing tag
You always play games, but I hack
You always play games, but I lag
I got the guap and i split it like Kit-Kats
Can we kick it and just stick with the chit-chat
'Cause i'm tryna find where all of yo' blicks at
Count up my money cause I got a big rack
I need braces got big gap
Where all my drip at?
It's imported, JD
I can't take you serious 'cause you hating
I give it five stars and it's not a rating
Can't hear the bass, I think it's fading (wait, wait, wait, wait)
I really meant to say that but I forgot
You always act krazy, finna get shot
I'm not 21, but I got a lot
Can't blame it on me 'cayse i'm out with the drop
The drop, the drop
My flocky gon' flock, the flock, the flock
And you got some flags that is obviously red
But I'm kinda with that because I love red
We textin' on Pictochat on the DS
My flare, it on fire
My Solar Flare Red
My solar fluorescent
Got 88 chapters
Got 88 questions
I text me a shawty she really messed up
She said, "Who you texting?"
I feel like I'm floating on top of this track
I'll send you to heaven
I had to get dripped up, I got me a bag
I spend it on red bling