Lyrics Red Cafe – The Thrill

Intro:
When it comes to it,
It’s all about that thrill, right?
This Red Café, this bad boy, man!

Verse 1:
Let’s be the nigga that was born to do it
The conartist riding on the condo it
The Jews like Liberace gold shit
Whole shit, we don’t tolerate this real nigga holiday
A safe day for me, pray for me
Keep these fuck niggas way from me!
Speak to the G code,
Practice discipline
I know my niggas thuggin’ in the fair
Listening. Make my own rules, so I got some home rules
Never fuck lame hoes that blame it on the booze
The caps feelers with hose choose
Screw that shit, I ain’t familiar, that’s a point of failure
I know niggas with albums that go broke
I’m a rich nigga, no albums, I got the votes
I’m done, keys to your bitch ignition
I turn her on, gas up on her, then I’m gone
Here to win, yeah, it’s him again
No mistakin’, where he from, summertime timbalands
The killer in the dutch, I’m a killer in the clutch
Freak with chows, know the least, order the duck
My bitches is anything but basic
This basic, bear witness to greatness
(My bitches is anything but basic)
(This basic, bear witness to greatness)

Verse 2:
Follow along, rap phenomenon, back from along
Got that girl soaking wet, she back up in the stall
Red October, the wait’s over
You can tell’em Cinderellas the date’s over
Got a bottle of Yeks, few J’s, I’m going up
Right back in the psyche ward, I’m going nuts
Take what I want, I build my team on trust
Only thing I gots to give is a fuck
Fuck off! I finna get my nut off
Freak with ball shit you ain’t used to, it’s crucial
I take a 95 girl on scripple
Long as she come with a nigga, I ain’t gotta kiss ‘er
Filthy, Brooklyn built me
Smoking, drinking, cashing out, I’m guilty,
I don’t like it, cause you never wipe it
He just popped doing a flash, that light me
My chicks pop tags like Sarah Jessica
Clean the royal nuts when they come to America
Love to you boy, royalty, killer in these streets
Suckers don’t toy with me
Nah, penthouse booked up, you know it’s us
Back to these bricks, watch the dose stack up
Penthouse booked up, you know it’s us
Back to these bricks, watch the dose stack up