Easter Pink Lyrics – Apollo Red

Read the complete Easter Pink Lyrics by Apollo Red from the album DEMON HEART RADIO along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Apollo Red’s music, you can also explore Did It Again, another song by Apollo Red.

[Intro]
(Know we living lav—)
Woo, brrt

[Chorus]
Pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink (Say that)
Pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink
Huh, huh, pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink (Fu*k you talking ’bout? Hrrt)
Pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink
I heard they rocking fake dreads, they rocking fake chains
N!gga got fake links
I just fu*ked a ho from UK in Miami, I feel like fakemink (I feel like—, bop)

It ain’t your sport, b!tch, I really got hits, need a Grammy, you need to thank me
Y’all n!ggas throw up my gang, y’all can rock my clothes, but n!gga you ain’t me (No you not, huh)

[Verse]
I need a paint brush, I wet the block up (Bop, hrrt)
I just did a U.S. tour, now the whole stock up (Stock up)
I put that s*it in the pot, pot wrist rock up (Pot wrist rock up)
Pot wrist rock up (Pot wrist rock up), pot wrist rock up (Pot wrist rock)
Huh, only sip Quagen and the Actavis, put that Wock’ up (Put that Wock’ up), huh
Put that Wock’ up (Put that Wock’ up), huh, put that Wock’ up (Slatt)
I’m in they face today, huh, please do not play
I got this 50 round waist today, huh, b!tch, it gon’ spray (Know we living lav—)
I got this b!tch on my bed today, huh
Popping them tags today, yeah, I’ma get on your ass today
I’m pulling out cash today
Fu*k it, I don’t gotta go in the bank, huh
I pull that s*it out like shank, huh
Pull my Glock out like a shank, huh
Money go water like tanks (I’m saying, brrt)

[Chorus]
Pink, I’m sipping on Eastеr pink (Say that)
Pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink
Huh, huh, pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink (Fu*k you talking ’bout? Hrrt)
Pink, I’m sipping on Easter pink

I hеard they rocking fake dreads, they rocking fake chains
N!gga got fake links
I just fu*ked a ho from UK in Miami, I feel like fakemink (I feel like—, bop)
It ain’t your sport, b!tch, I really got hits, need a Grammy, you need to thank me
Y’all n!ggas throw up my gang, y’all can rock my clothes, but n!gga you ain’t me (No you not, huh)