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art - trippie redd lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
n*ggas done made me hot
i got to cool me off
finally sent you a shot
started to think you were soft
f*ck that lil sh*t we ball
f*ck that lil sh*t we roll
got a b*tch that jump off the walls
and your b*tch gon drive in my car
she a monster came with some flaws
spanish lil hoe with no flaws
got a k in my mf draws
put my d*ck in her mf jaw
[?] bad as sh*t she wanna turn up
all it take is one wish
im timmy turner
puttin up with that k
boy it will burn you
b*tch you better[?]
putting my gang in gold
we can’t rock that fake sh*t
man im s.i.p. i can’t f*ck with u
they want to f*ck with the gang
but they not with us
show a block
800 baby
n*ggas is not my brothers
shawty wanna make this sh*t pop
went on her hands and knees
shawty will run to the top
she gotta run thru the team
i told her later she hot
shawty a [?] and a fiend
i told you i livе by the code
this n*ggas gotta reedem
im popping that sh*t for thе o
n*ggas not richer than me
im f*cking this b*tch from the back
she gripping the h*ll out that thing
putting my d*ck in that cat
shawty that p*ssy red pink
pink and ready to eat
but i rather eay mc donalds
n*ggas be talking that sh*t
but they got no dollars
bad b*tch do what she want
she got no problems
put my hands on the jet
she sucking the soul outta me
n*gga my life is a movie
they think is a rollout
she tryna see if this sh*t
can fit in her whole mouth
baby just keep on trying
it dont even matter no more
im on that other sh*t
im on that other sh*t
hop out with that cutta sh*t
i pop at your brother sh*t
i pop at your mother sh*t
im up on that other sh*t
i dont give a f*ck who live
n*gga we all gon die
p*ssy
whats up with that rara sh*t
n*gga if we are talking gangster sh*t
then you gon die bout it
i was outside with that choppa
shooting that 5.56
is you gon pick up your brother
or u gon cry bout it

- trippie redd lyrics

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