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letra de trip mcknight (demo) - trippie redd

trip mcknight (demo) lyrics
[intro]
i wanna, i never heard of that
i wanna hear what you guys listen to
trippie redd
you know who my favorite band is?
you ever heard of led zeppelin?
ha-ha (haha)
where y’all cash at? (yeah, gang)
(honorable c.n.o.t.e.)
big 14, know what the f-ck goin’ on
where your motherf-ckin’ bag at, n-gga? (big 14, b-tch)
ha-ha (1400 or nothin’, n-gga)
you know what’s goin’ down
and we gunnin’ n-ggas on gang (bah)

[chorus]
yeah
say you got cash, lil’ n-gga? then throw it (ha-ha)
go get a bag, lil’ n-gga, then blow it
i got them racks, lil’ b-tch, i’ma show it (yeah, yeah)
say you got cash, lil’ n-gga? then throw it
you have the cash, lil’ n-gga? then show it
i got them bags, lil’ b-tch, i’ma throw it (racks)
i’m throwing that money all out in the open (racks, racks)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout money (don’t give a f-ck, nah)
n-gga get bust ’bout monеy (n-gga get bust)
lose my trust ’bout money (losе my trust)
you know that b-tch can’t touch my money (don’t touch)
don’t take that king, king tut my money (king tut)
i know why they act funny
i know why they act funny (yeah, huh)
i know why they act funny (p-ssy)
[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m a don and i stick to the code
sip don pérignon when i get on the road
b-tch, i’m a villain, my heart h-lla cold
i split superman, and i get in my mode
with the slatt militia, i’m commander cobra
i run the block, i don’t need a motive (motive)
this a mclaren, bae, f-ck a toyota (toyota)
two up with the savages, militants, soldiers
her p-ssy got weak, my money got older
you ain’t from the block, say you blood, who the donor?
‘rari’s, lambs’, corvetties, and rovers
stay in the field that and ain’t got no clovers
f-ck all the chill, we sendin’ in morgues
we poppin’ these n-ggas like muhf-ckin’ boils
b-tch, i got money like [?]
got it out of the mud (yeah), got it out of the soil
they send ’em like johnny, aluminum foil
i’m still on they ass, i ain’t keepin’ it coridal (b-tch)
i’m down to cool sh-t, i done traveled through portals
i ain’t never been scared of no muhf-ckin’ mortal
i’m throw all the cash, my money immortal
b-tch, i’m a k!ller like roronoa zoro
keep me a rubber like luffy
yeah, that my brother like ace and sabo
we smoke the opps down ’til they doobies
oh, sh-t, yeah
i just put the mornin’ sun on my wrist (on my wrist)
ayy, put my wrist up to the stars, it eclipse
take a hunnid to the strip club, f-ck it, i throw all of this sh-t
[chorus]
yeah
say you got cash, lil’ n-gga? then throw it (ha-ha)
go get a bag, lil’ n-gga, then blow it
i got them racks, lil’ b-tch, i’ma throw it (yeah, yeah)
say you got cash, lil’ n-gga? then throw it
you have the cash, lil’ n-gga? then throw it (yeah, i got cash)
i got them bags, lil’ b-tch, i’ma throw it (racks)
i’m throwing that money all out in the open (racks, racks)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout money (don’t give a f-ck, nah)
n-gga get bust ’bout money (n-gga get bust, bah)
lose my trust ’bout money (lose my trust)
you know that b-tch can’t touch my money (don’t touch)
don’t take that king, king tut my money (king tut)
i know why they act funny
i know why they act funny
i know why they act funny

[open verse]

- trippie redd

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