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letra de ra ra (demo) - trippie redd

[intro: trippie redd & ekt 40]
rico ain’t showin’ n0body love
whoa
1400, 800
(yeah, woah)
big 18 sh-t n-gga
you ain’t nothin’
(big 14, b-tch, 18, b-tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
haha, gang, gang (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd]
all that ra ra sh-t (ra ra)
talkin’ brazy, but ain’t ’bout that (yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (bah, bah, yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy for the clout, and got his life sn-tched (ah)

[post-chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yee), he dead (dead)
yeah, yeah (woo), n-gga, you dead (dead)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
runnin’ from the feds, bad b-tch give me head, big ass bread
she do what i say (woo), she ride d-ck like sled
she my slatt, she ride with the set
i like flexing, diamonds on my neck
bluewater baguettes (yeah) on my patek, n-gga, yeah it’s [??]
draco, sk, hk, ak (ha ha ha)
rpk, i spray-spray
blow a n-gga d-mn brain, bah (ha)
[chorus: trippie redd]
all that ra ra sh-t (ra ra)
talkin’ brazy, but ain’t ’bout that (yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (bah, bah, yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy for the clout, and got his life sn-tched (ah)

[post-chorus: trippie redd & ekt 40]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (huh, yee), he dead (huh, dead, grrt)
yeah (huh, dead), yeah (huh, dead, woo), n-gga (grrt), you dead (dead)

[verse 2: ekt 40 & trippie redd]
n-gga you dead
we gon’ just go send some shots at your head (grah)
i bet my shooter gon’ come get that bread (yeah)
b-tch, you gon’ die for the sh-t that you said, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
her n-gga made a diss and he almost died
d-mn, shot up his ride
heard some young n-ggas came, pull up right up on the side
d-mn, hit ’em with the fire (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
look at my t–th, b-tch, you know that they shinin’, ho (yeah, yeah)
i had the rollie on, just got the audemar (yeah)
i swear, we catchin’ ’em out, we gon’ k!ll em’ all (huh)
i got two k!llers with me, they don’t get along (grrt)
n-gga was tweetin’ for the fame, can’t post now (huh)
n-gga gon’ reach for my chain, he a ghost now (he a ghost)
then he got hit with the flame, that’s a .45 (they don’t know)
he thought that i was a lame, now he know now (yeah)
i don’t know what the f-ck that lil’ n-gga was thinkin’ (huh)
i swear he gotta be brainless (huh)
i started rapping and n-ggas forgot i was dangerous (huh, huh, gang)
now he gon’ leave that sh-t stankin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: trippie redd]
all that ra ra sh-t (ra ra)
talkin’ brazy, but ain’t ’bout that (yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (bah, bah, yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy for the clout, and got his life sn-tched (ah)

[post-chorus: trippie redd & lil pump]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yee), he dead (dead)
yeah, yeah (woo), n-gga, you dead (dead)
ooh (yeah), ooh, ooh (huh)
ooh, ooh

[verse 3: lil pump]
diamonds on me like woo (ooh)
make a b-tch tie my shoe (ooh)
shoot, shoot, shoot, ooh
.45 blast out the roof (huh)
gucci…
…(ooh)
yeah my grandma drive jaguar
he was talkin’ brazy so i went and pushed his cap back
if i get caught, i’mma put it in my n-ts-ck

[chorus: trippie redd]
all that ra ra sh-t (ra ra)
talkin’ brazy, but ain’t ’bout that (yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (bah, bah, yeah)
he was talkin’ brazy for the clout, and got his life sn-tched (ah)
[post-chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yee), he dead (dead)
yeah, yeah (woo), n-gga, you dead (dead)

- trippie redd

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