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letra de matt hardy 999 (999 / 1400) - juice wrld & trippie redd

[chorus: trippie redd]
i just got a million bands today
’bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah
’bout to spend a hundred grand today
lot of blue face hundreds, it’s a blue band parade, yeah
huh, grah, shooting out the hummer today
i’m in a bad mood, so i feel like dumping today, yeah
bad move, i’ma dump at his face
keep the toolie by my side, feel like ratchet & clank, yeah

[verse 2: juice wrld & trippie redd]
shoot out the wraith, stick up
i need everything in your safe, n-gga
huh, i’m with them gravediggers
we gon’ dig your grave, n-gga
huh, pop molly at the rave, n-gga
chains on me, no slave, n-gga, huh
we’ve been in the cave, n-gga
we done f-cking made n-ggas
uh, take your chain, n-gga
what the f-ck you claim, n-gga?
1400, 800, b-tch, i’m talking gang, n-gga
we not the same, n-gga
big 14 great dane, n-gga

[verse 3: juice wrld]
f-ck what you claim, n-gga
feel like the kkk, we k!ll you, then we hang n-ggas
do that the same day
pull up in the all grey, black mustang
in the streets, i was hustling
run up on me, gun busting
uh, that’s your best friend, that’s my main thing
uh, she give me titty, tity boi, 2 chainz
uh, get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains
uh, pouring prince up in my cup, no purple rain
i’m throwing bands, i’m throwing hands, and i ain’t throwing shade
[verse 4: trippie redd]
jumping out the batcave just like bruce wayne
kicking sh-t like liu kang
my plug palupé
big racks on us do things
big blues, no clues, yeah
your b-tch like to choose, ayy
but that’s your boo, ain’t it?
take a fl!ck, uh, l!cky on my d-ck, uh
on my bl!ck, uh, while i take a sh-t, uh
and a p-ss, uh, sing to that b-tch like kiss, uh

[verse 5: juice wrld]
oh, that’s your b-tch, huh?
r. kelly, i may just p-ss on her
(skrrt) i’m in a ‘rari
you make me mad-mad, i may shoot up your party
that lil’ b-tch, she bad, but she fake, she a barbie
but she still know to ride me like a f-cking harley
asked me if i love her, i responded to her, “hardly”

[verse 6: trippie redd]
jumping off the top rope on that b-tch like matt hardy
why the f-ck your p-ssy ass in here? this a gangster party
“what? what? what?” like i’m playboi carti
got my robe on in this b-tch, it’s a playboy party
that b-tch h-lla plastic, that b-tch just like a barbie
playing games with all these hoes, b-tch, just like atari
kicked up with my feet up, sipping hennessy at a safari
with a bunch of white b-tches, and they all like, “trippie redd, you gnarly”
viral, icarly
[verse 7: juice wrld]
she on the webcam like carly
that’s your girl? i’m sorry
she was off the molly
uh, i’m in the trap, i’m whipping, i got your auntie on my dope
she told me she ain’t have enough money for them rocks, my d-ck up in her throat
i’m going hard, lol to the bank, no joke
you run up on me, you leaping froggy, you get croaked
uh, huh, you know

- juice wrld trippie redd

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