- dark brotherhood 歌詞 Lil Baby Trippie Redd
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- Trippie Redd dark brotherhood 歌詞
- Lil Baby Trippie Redd
- (Je taime Trippie Redd)
(Im shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist, hell draw that bitch fast
Get the **** up out my face if you aint talkin bout cash
Big deal, Im a titan and these niggas wanna clash
Well run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with me
Pussy shot the bus up, but hе missed me
They was mad thеy homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck 50
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, **** with me
Send a couple shots and see whats up with me
Damn, I see the opps, Ima shoot back, duck with me
And its in her purse, she slidin too, she clutch with me
If the cops pull me over then she put it in her kitty
Walkin through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
.556 for them niggas bein dumb, no kizzy
Off a percocet, got my mind dancin like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie
I been puffin on this gas, got me feelin like Diddy
Catch a opp, walk em down, then hit the damn griddy
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist, hell draw that bitch fast
Get the **** up out my face if you aint talkin bout cash
Big deal, Im a titan and these niggas wanna clash
Well run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
They caught the Rarri doin donuts , callin said she with her boyfriend Im like, 'So what?'
Took a PJ to the money, now Im stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, 'Hold up'
We done came from the bottom, I aint had no other choice but to go up
Now Im jumpin on stage, need one-point-shh just to show up
Im the littest in the city, Cubans on, it be hard to chill
Ten carats, it be hard to hear, my hood treat me like a God for real
They know I been hutchin all my life and I aint never had a job for real
Count it up and then take flight, hit and forget it, same night
I remember bein stuck off in the trap, find a plug and then I got right
These niggas with me always keep a mask, I cant trust a soul, these niggas shiesty
I done took a gamble with my life, 4 gang, everybody piped
Count a hundred million, thats my vibe, gotta hit shit man, we gon slide
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist, hell draw that bitch fast
Get the **** up out my face if you aint talkin bout cash
Big deal, Im a titan and these niggas wanna clash
Well run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
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