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lirik lagu 1400 999 freestyle – trippie redd

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[juice wrld:]
uh
i f–ked that b-tch [?]
i f–ked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
i f–ked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
yeah

i f–ked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’till this day, that lil’ b-tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n-gg-s square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
four quarter shorty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stop taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma beat the sh-t up like ike turner
check that b-tch like she got nike on her

look at my wrist, it dance
look at your b-tch, she dance too
look at me, i’m the man
percocet don’t do xans, boo
run up on me, i blam
i got my head on my ham, ooh
run up on me, i blam
i got my head on my hammer
you swipe like a credit card scammer
bad b-tch, yeah, i know she a scammer
f–k that b-tch, then i’m out of the jammer
dunk on a b-tch, nba, i’m jammin’
bad b-tch from the back, i’m crammin’
her p-ssy like wonderland
go to her body like wonder woman
flying that b-tch, i’m wonder man

[trippie redd:]
slip back lil b-tch back like a perc
she on the d-ck, do the work
can’t take the d-ck, she gon’ squirt
f–king that b-tch ’til she hurt
using a condom won’t burn
i’m in this ‘rari, i swerve
smoking on all of this herb
i feel like i’m leaving earth
i keep a .30, no perc
boom, boom, boom
blow a b-tch down, it’s gon’ hurt
all that bullsh-t for the birds
kick that sh-t right to the curb
i keep that drink like a clerk
dealing with pain, i deserve
two tone [?]
two two threes and they berzerk
i get that check on the first
i get that check on the second
and i get that check on the third
beefing with me, get you merked
looking for me, better search
i just think giving them h-ll
my brother whipping them bells
he do that sh-t by his self
i did this sh-t by myself
two fifties, that’s a deal
swerving in this ‘rari and these b-tches all black, yeah
hanging with them plugs, talking down and you get zapped, yeah
all the bullsh-t they be talking is big cap, yeah
i’m talking real sh-t, that trill sh-t, no cap, yeah
real rap, yeah, had to bring it back, yeah
1400, 800, n-gg-, them big facts, yeah

[juice wrld:]
i f–ked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’till this day, that lil’ b-tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n-gg-s square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
four quarter shorty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stop taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma beat the sh-t up like ike turner
check that b-tch like she got nike on her