Mês: novembro 2023

Trippie Redd – Saint Michael Myers ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Saint Michael Myers ( Lyrics )

You can get hurt for real
You can get murked for real
Put on a shirt for real
Put in the dirt for real
I like to lurk for real
I’m high off this earth for real
Pop me a perc for real

When I see you in your zone
I love your moan I love your groan
We yell I love your tone I love my home, don’t check my phone
right now I’ll let you know, Need love I’ll let you know
you got to let me know I can’t let go I can’t let go

I got the bag for real for real
hop out that Jag for real
keep me a Mac for real for real
talk down I might spaz for real for real
you can get smacked for real
you not ‘bout that for real
Ima turn you to pack for real
And you know that I stick to the code tired of living in Black mold
DruggerDrugger I put this s*** on
little shorty she bad to the bone
play with gang and we getting you gone
pulling up in that Lambo like Vroom
That boy trash go get your a broom
if you talk ima put em in tomb
put a p**** in a tomb
put a p**** in a tomb get a boy out of school
send that boy to the Moon
ain’t got no f****** time I’m on your f****** mind your hands are mine b****** choose a side
I’m more than meets the eye down your spine but don’t reply
I hope you see the light them Chopper sounds make Angels Cry
right now bae sing this song I f*** you long and love you wrong
like this your favorite song when this come on you lose your dome
right now we smoking strong we living large foreign cars
I look into your eyes and see the stars fall in your heart

You can get hurt for real
You can get murked for real
Put on a shirt for real
Put in the dirt for real
I like to lurk for real
I’m high off this earth for real
Pop me a perc for real

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Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics)
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk

I know they remember them days
I was outside with that flame
Top-down, I’m blowing your brain
Know we the gang sorry I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, look it’s a plane
it’s a lame, oh remember names
All of a sudden when you was around
I wasn’t calling you nothing
You ain’t really with the gang
So get the fuck from us
Fuck from round us, from the ground up
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’mma get in my zone
Bitch imma sit in my throne
I’mma get straight to my goal

We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk

Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog