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letra de art - trippie redd

[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

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