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Trippie Redd – Ok, Cool ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Ok, Cool ( Lyrics )

Woo-hoo
Woo

Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
When I wake up, I count cake
She want her nails and hair done ‘cause she my bae
I smoke out a pound to the face (Phew, ah)
I ain’t even tryna be cool (Okay, okay, okay)

I can’t go outside without that cooling kit (Woo)
Won’t catch me outside without that cooling kit (Woo)
Acting out your mind and you might lose that shit
Such a waste of time, you better move it kid
Yeah, bang that five, bang Northside
Living in crime, devil may cry
Turn two to four turn four to a nine
Worry bout lil bro lil nigga then slide
You nias soft as pussy
You nias wet like pussy
I get you touched like pussy
One thing I don’t play by pussy
That’s my hoe, that’s my bitch
That’s my hoe, that’s my bitch
I’m buying her clothes, I’m pay her rent
I’m buying her clothes, I’m pay her rent
She want hermes, ok cool (ok cool)
She want hermes, ok cool (ok)

Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
When I wake up, I count cake
She want her nails and hair done ‘cause she my bae
I smoke out a pound to the face (Phew, ah)
I ain’t even tryna be cool (Okay, okay, okay)

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Trippie Redd – Helicopter (feat. Tommy Lee Sparta) ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Helicopter (feat. Tommy Lee Sparta) ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro: Tommy Lee Sparta
Here in this world
Coolin’ out here all day
Any boy diss Rvssian and Tommy Lee Sparta shot a leak inna head

Chorus: Tommy Lee Sparta
My FN got a green dot
And mi Glock buss thirty-three shot
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Niggas spin dem block, helicop’
“Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu” with the choppa
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Verse 1: Tommy Lee Sparta
When I drop bebe
Make a boy dance like Diddy
Smoke pon that boy like a hippy
Spinnin’ ‘til we dizzy
Put ‘em in a molly, no vizzy
R.I.P., we na show no pity
In my Z-Z-Z-Z
Boy, chuck it up, just get screened
Him gon’ run and a scream
Mi shoot like a championship game
And me play around wit’ my opps
Oh, revenge is sweet like jabs
Mhm, mm-mm
Mm, mm

Chorus: Tommy Lee Sparta
Niggas spin dem block, helicop’
“Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu” with the choppa
Mm, mm
Mm, mm

Verse 2: Trippie Redd
Comin’ from the underworld (Underworld)
It was just me and a hunnid girls (Hunnid girls)
Pop champagne, screamin’, “Fuck the world” (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m 1400 gang, my gun fuck thе world
Murder when I pull up, I might have it on my mind (Bop)
Yеah, murder
If it’s him or me, I don’t have to decide (Bop-bop-bop)
It’s murder
Yeah, gunshot
Outside, baby, with a damn red dot (Red dot)
Turnin’ up the side, yeah, a nigga head pop
They don’t wanna rock when that shit get hot
I’ma be a killa, but I know him not (Him not)
Nigga real jacked, if you play, get boxed
Born from that block, I keep a knife and a chop’ (And a chop)
First outside, tryna dodge the helicopter
Chorus: Tommy Lee Sparta
My FN got a green dot
And mi Glock buss thirty-three shot
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Niggas spin dem block, helicop’
“Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu” with the choppa
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
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Trippie Redd – I’m Mad At Me (feat. Lil Wayne) ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – I’m Mad At Me (feat. Lil Wayne) ( Lyrics )
Yeah
Lookin’ back in the past that shit was bad I mean past tense
You get lit and burn bridges and it ain’t the last ditch
You’d rather be mad at me than act happy and live rich
Ungrateful as shit
You must’ve forgot what being poor like
That’s my fault I let you adapt to the tour life
Shit ain’t bright no more it’s more like a sore sight
You don’t adore life
You like expensive things
I like trips and dreams
My dreams really alive you just a part of the life
Pardon me I’m regressing back to the guy who was never particularly nice
This part of me ice
I’m tryna be cordial I feel like I coursed through
You said you would act right I wish I recorded you
Yeah
Rich people problems mansion full of attitude
I enable shit I ain’t really mad at you
You were such a good girl look what a lil cash’ll do
Oh the wonders a lil plaster’ll do
Coming through the crib you was passive like I was passing through
I’d love a lil passion boo
Your birthday suit is real fashionable
I’m willing to let the past just be the past with you
Cause if we talkin’ red flags then we done passed a few
And my worse choice is gettin’ attached to you

(You make me feel so nice, so nice
Only with you by my side, side, side, side)
Uh, Tunechi

I ain’t never leave a bitch that didn’t want me to stay
Told her if you get me bitch you better play keep away
I know you still be checkin’ on a n**** like I need a maid
Heard your bitch stressin’ lookin’ like you ain’t eat in days
Gone in a heart beat and baby we done been away
Every time this beat’ll break it’s beatin’ like a 808
Mamma said we better pray
Yeah, what would Jesus say
You used to take my breath away
Now i’m tryna breathe again
I was tryna see the light
Suddenly I see the shade
And you know I treat you right
And you know I beat your breaks
And you know I eat it right
And you know I clean the plate
I was tryna lead the life
Looking for a clean escape
I don’t think she thinkin’ right
She thinkin’ I ain’t thinkin’ straight
She think I’m tryna link tonight
I think she say she free today
Shit ain’t A OK but it may be OK
But either way
You need to stay
By my side
By my side
I need you babe

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