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letra de toilet water - trippie redd & ski mask the slump god

[intro: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
(yeah)
chopper squad bustin’ (yeah), bustin’ (bust)
bustin’ (bust)

[chorus: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
i’m from the jungle, a lion, lil’ b-tch
i been stuntin’ since i was a kitty (crush)
hang with the birds, i’m flyin’, lil’ b-tch
and my pockets is bigger than biggie (dust)
n-ggas be nerds, lyin’ and sh-t
that’s why i’ma give ’em the fifty (frrp, fah, haha)
treat ’em like t-rds, don’t say a word
these n-ggas is all sh-tty (hahahaha)
flush (bust), flush (bust)
flush (bust), flush (flush, hahahaha)
flush (haha), flush (flush)
flush, flush (ayy)
gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (i like it)
he gon’ take it on the chin, man, he know that sh-t ain’t nothin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
[verse 1: trippie redd& ski mask the slump god]
walk up to the devil’s den, catch a homicide in public (huh)
close that door, you can’t get in, let sh-t down ’bout my brothers (huh)
mac-11s and fns, b-tch, you know i keep a cutter
and i seen some deadly sins, boy, you with me, instant jealous

[pre-chorus: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
flush (okay)
flush, flush, flush, flush (let me talk to ’em)
flush, flush, flush, flush (hahaha)
flush, flush, flush, flush (yeah, i mean, look at these bum-ass n-ggas, dawg, sh-ttin’ me, yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
i’m from the jungle, a lion, lil’ b-tch
i been stuntin’ since i was a kitty (okay, yeah)
hang with the birds, i’m flyin’, lil’ b-tch
and my pockets is bigger than biggie (okay, ayy)
n-ggas be nerds, lyin’ and sh-t
that’s why i’ma give ’em the fifty (frrp, fah, haha)
treat ’em like t-rds, don’t say a word
these n-ggas is all sh-tty (hahaha)
flush (flush), flush (p-ssy)
flush (flush), flush (flush, p-ssy)
flush (flush), flush (yeah)
flush, flush (okay)
gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (okay)
he gon’ take it on the chin, man, he know that sh-t ain’t nothin’ (ugh, hahaha)
[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
i’m like, stop, crush, four leaf, lucky
now he in a sh-t bag, soda, i don’t crush (yeah)
break him like a kit-kat, chris, how i be talkin’
clutch, clutch, clutch, clinch
with a shovel, i came out the muddy
like you made for a crash, you a dummy
you be built like a nose, you be runny
money flow like constipated tummy
how i feel? n-ggas, they be bummy
like croissant, n-ggas, they be crumby
like a crash, n-ggas, they be dummy
kevin hart, n-ggas, they be funny

[pre-chorus: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
yeah, ayy, hahahahaha, yeah
flush, flush (um), flush, flush (flush)
flush, flush (flush), flush, flush (yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
i’m from the jungle, a lion, lil’ b-tch
i been stuntin’ since i was a kitty (crush)
hang with the birds, i’m flyin’, lil’ b-tch
and my pockets is bigger than biggie (dust)
n-ggas be nerds, lyin’ and sh-t
that’s why i’ma give ’em the fifty (frrp, fah, haha)
treat ’em like t-rds, don’t say a word
these n-ggas is all sh-tty (hahahaha)
flush (bust), flush (bust)
flush (bust), flush (flush, hahaha)
flush (haha), flush (flush)
flush, flush (ayy)
gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (i like it)
he gon’ take it on the chin, man, he know that sh-t ain’t nothin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
[outro: trippie redd & ski mask the slump god]
walk up to the devil’s den, catch a homicide in public (god, yeah)

- trippie redd ski mask the slump god

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