Lyrics Red Dot - Dayrion

Aye, aye
(And my wrist cost 50) And my wrist cost 50
(And my bitch cost 50) And my bitch cost 50
Aye, look
(And my wrist cost 50) And my wrist cost 50
(And my bitch cost 50) And my

Got a red dot like a Bindi
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley yuh
And my wrist cost 50
And my bitch cost 50 yuh
Got a red dot like a Bindi (Bow)
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley (Wow)
And my wrist cost 50 (Thou)
And my bitch cost 50 (Thou)

You see me shinin' I'm bussin' down
She love the diamonds she fuckin now
You know the sound when I come around
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm straight out the pound
I'm takin' off and yo bitch do the same
She take off her clothes but she only give brain
If she a hoe then she gon let us train
Yea shordy insane but I don't know her name
I'm w yo favorite bitch, she on some cater shit
I'm on some gangster shit, I'll never date the bitch
Young nigga makin' it, gettin' the bacon bits
Game I be playin' it, bitches be hatin' it
Talkin out yo neck better stop boy
Youn really wanna meet with a hot boy
I be runnin' up a check it's a lot boy
What you thought boy
I know I got the dot boy
I put a lot of niggas in the hospital
Young nigga icy abominable
She say she fall in love and I'm phenomenal
And her body like Kim Possible
I get her pussy wet I get it tropical
She suckin' on me like a popsicle
Shawty a full course with no obstacles
And she a freak off the chronicle
Give a fuck bout what you say
All my niggas gettin' paid
All my hittas got the thangs
From Legacy to AZ Kangs and JDC we let it bang
Tie em up we let him hang
He ain't really with the gang
Niggas speakin' on my name
Cuz I'm shinin' like a chain
Bitch I'm gettin' to the grain
Fuck is you sayin'

Got a red dot like a Bindi
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley yuh
And my wrist cost 50
And my bitch cost 50 yuh
Got a red dot like a Bindi (Bow)
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley (Wow)
And my wrist cost 50 (Thou)
And my bitch cost 50 (Thou)

Can't fuck with these niggas they scary
You disappear now they askin' where Perry
I took yo bitch and I popped that hoe cherry
She fuck with the kid I be living like Larry
Out like a light if you really want smoke
I can't describe all the shit that I tote
You talkin' that shit you get hit in yo throat
I don't love that bitch I was just tryna poke
WOAH
These niggas mad cuz I'm movin'
Hatin on me cuz I got his bitch choosin'
I put you to sleep that's for life you be snoozin'
Dubs for the team we don't fuck with no losin'
You been
Plottin' around with yo homie
Pussy ass nigga you a clown and you phony
Word on the street that y'all niggas gon blow me
But y'all do not know me
I'm totin' a 40
You gon see

Got a red dot like a Bindi
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley yuh
And my wrist cost 50
And my bitch cost 50 yuh
Got a red dot like a Bindi (Bow)
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley (Wow)
And my wrist cost 50 (Thou)
And my bitch cost 50 (Thou)
Got a red dot like a Bindi
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley yuh
And my wrist cost 50
And my bitch cost 50
Got a red dot like a Bindi
And I'm ridin' round in a Bentley
And my wrist cost 50
And my bitch cost 50 yuh

Aye, aye
(And my wrist cost 50) And my wrist cost 50
(And my bitch cost 50) And my bitch cost 50
Haha
(And my wrist cost 50) And my wrist cost 50
(And my bitch cost 50) And my
(And my bitch cost 50 yuh)