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blastoff (remix) - internet money lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
internet money, b*tch
hahahaha, nick, you’re stupid

[chorus: trippie redd]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[verse 1: trippie redd]
i cannot show these b*tches no sympathy
or these n*ggas, they simps and they h*lla b*tch to me
i was just fortunate, got the remedy
f*ck that b*tch and then dip, i got them chips to receive, yeah

[chorus: trippie redd & juice wrld]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)
[verse 2: juice wrld]
you picked that knife up and you stabbin’ me
wish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, i bleed out
and the way you keep harassin’ me
it’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
uh, yeah, time is of the essence
you know d*mn well you bring h*ll, i should call a reverend
devil h*rns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (uh)
we’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (hey)
toxic, toxic, toxic
the most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’
i should’ve turned away when i found out you were demonic
let’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughter
say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
we gon’ run through h*ll with like twenty*hundred choppers
we gon’ give ’em h*ll and i put that on my mama
me and trippie redd boolin’ back in the bahamas

[chorus: trippie redd]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f*ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f*ck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[post*chorus: trippie redd]
f*ck with me baby, come get this bag with me
been alone for a minute, that sh*t been dragging me
craving your love, it’s heart*attacking me
tryna get in that p*ssy, baby, that mac and cheese
[outro: juice wrld]
gang, gang, gang
probably f*ckin’ your mama
three k on my wrist like andré
servin’ like entrée
ha, huh, you dig? you dig? you dig?

- internet money lyrics

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