Supernatural (Explicit)-Trippie Redd

歌手 : Trippie Redd

专辑 : Trip At Knight (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:20

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TXT Supernatural (Explicit)-Trippie Redd 文本歌词

Supernatural (Explicit) - Trippie Redd

Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II

Composed by：Andreas Cristian Matura

I'm shy oh my God

Take a chill pill take a chill pill

B***h I'm from 800 where we kill-kill

Walked up do a drill-drill

Pop out like a pill-pill

Wake up in the morning spark a blunt and crack a d**n seal

We ballin' b***h I break the backboard Shaquille O'Neal

Yeah yeah

Big choppa turn like Timmy we got Dracos with titties

We got kids runnin' 'round with semis

That ain't love that's Envy

Big Jurassic in your city

Bimmers beams and Bentleys

Rollin' 'round G-Wagon lean go to my kidneys

B***h I'm a monster b***h I'm a goon

I cannot lose b***h I'm a winner

Diamonds they dancin' on me like the winter

I got the shells no Master Splinter

I got them bales with the flick of my heater

Got a cross on my nails but I won't cross my n***as

Big 14 know what the f**k goin' on gang

On my gang

Woah

On my gang

On my on my gang

Gang

On my gang

Woah on my gang

Yeah

On my gang

With the gang I'm a rebel

On my gang

I made treaties with the devil

Out in space don't need no shuttle

Bah

Don't be scared don't need no trouble

Haha

I just down this Hennessy it got me seein' double

Gang

Countin' chips don't let the cookie crumble

We-we keep blicks got that bag and now I'll never fumble

Trippie versus the whole d**n gang it's like a royal rumble

Bah

P***y boy got pushed out the whip I watched 'em roll and tumble

B***h

Your b***h kissin' on my d**k look like she blowin' bubbles

Woah

Yeah you n***as Autobots I'm a d**n Gundam

Walk around this b***h like I'm their pops now they mad I son'ed them

Woah

Summin' up the paychecks I'ma get this cash

Summin' up that paycheck I'ma get that bag

Woo

Private flights to Berlin I got jet lag

N***a tryna steal my shine and our jet-packs

And I'm only goin' up from here like a jet-pack

And your homie I rolled up in here

It's that good pack

It's that good s**t

B***h gang

Woah

On my gang