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lirik lagu kobra kai – trippie redd

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, pourin’ up that drank, losin’ track of time
i was with your b*tch, tryna bump and grind
knew that you was foo, had to read between the lines
and we came from that trap, peekin’ through the blinds

[verse 1: trippie redd]
rep the 1 and 4, moncler bubble coat
i’m ’bout to buy versace loafs
if she ain’t a ten then she gotta go
i like buyin’ designer clothes, beat his ass, kobra kai
i’ma send him to the sky, are you afraid to die?
all you gotta do is try
i’m a demon in the motherf*ckin’ night
in a double r, lil’ b*tch, i remember ridin’ the bike
i was smokin’ on these blue nеrdz, it got a n*gga high
boy, i’m higher than a sp*ceship, you high like a kitе
but my brother told me, “keep that stick,” like a d*mn dyk*
moncler, rick owens, got the pretty b*tches goin’
see you callin’, i ignore it, i can’t hear you, my drank pourin’
[chorus: trippie redd & big30]
yeah, pourin’ up that drank, losin’ track of time
i was with your b*tch, tryna bump and grind
knew that you was foo, had to read between the lines
and we came from that trap, peekin’ through the blinds (the blinds)

[verse 2: big30]
i’m a k!ller, look my in my eyes, i’m gangster to the core (the core)
i post up on the block all day ’til my feet sore (block, sore)
if i pop another percocet, might f*ck around and snore (snore)
put that hammer on your ass (your ass), i tote that four pound like thor (thor)
i got seven rings on like my last name brady (seven, brady)
i f*ck pretty b*tches daily (daily), i think your ho come from haiti (she haitian)
i’m higher than a baby (a baby), i bought a [?], my b*tch hate it (datin’)
pop out in all my ice in [?], they gon’ offer me eighty (brr)
free shiesty, he hit up 2 and got 5, he know he skated (he skated)
i’m eatin’ churches in a lamborghini, a project baby (baby)
i grew up in the haven (haven), not one of the safest places (places)
they know how we get down, all the dope (gas), guns, and high speed chases (skrrt, skrrt*skrrt)

[chorus: trippie redd & big30]
yeah, pourin’ up that drank, losin’ track of time (time)
i was with your b*tch (b*tch, n*gga), tryna bump and grind (grind)
knew that you was foo (b*tch, n*gga), had to read between the lines (lines)

- trippie redd

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