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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