Pray 4 Us (Explicit)-Trippie Redd

歌手 : Trippie Redd

专辑 : Saint Michael V2 (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:59

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TXT Pray 4 Us (Explicit)-Trippie Redd 文本歌词

Pray 4 Us (Explicit) - Trippie Redd

I used to think about immature things

You know like

Do you love me

Do you want me

Are you gonna call me like you said you would

Is this really your real phone number

And this beat from Cash not from YouTube

Yeah you see-through

Bite from a snake lethal

Woke up rockin' Evisu

If you don't wanna stay why keep you

In the rain where I leave you

You ain't gang why would I piece you

Like what's up

More money more love

Ap two-tone

I was outside with that chrome

Maybach ready to go

Look at my neck it's covered in stones

Look at my yard it's covered in bones

King of the hill

All of my family is royalty nigga you better kneel

Don't gotta talk 'bout respect in this

**** you know the real

Don't gotta talk 'bout my blessings and

**** you know the real

I don't want that fake love it ain't real

It ain't much to say love it's 2 AM

I'm crazy 'bout your love

Go over and above

You know I'm pourin' up smokin' on that gas

I'm a demon in the night time leave him in the past

When I **** that ***** she call me

Dad

She say that's the best love that she ever had

**** you gotta get in your bag

You gotta get to the cash you gotta get it

And digital dash

Steppin' on **** keep a Glock and mask

Turnin' your plaid tie-dye

Throwin' up bands in G5

Double C bag on T-Y

Don't wanna see him reachin'

It's late night and we creepin'

This her class but I teach her

I don't give a **** about Oxford

Better go get you a doctor

Better go get you a perc'

That boy in pain he hurt

Leave that lil' ***** in the dirt

Put the lil' ***** on a shirt

Candlelight **** fly high

RIP Spook RIP 9

See a opp then drop me the dime

We ain't worried 'bout **** or time

Leave that boy stinkin' hard time

Psycho out of my mind

I think I'm picasso I'm paintin' your ride bah

Red rum hundred shots p***y you're done

Run up the bread it was crumbs

Now I got a damn green thumb

Now I got a pair of green lungs

My mama told me the devil a liar

My auntie in here speakin' tongues

I'll get to the top I'ma lunge

I know I'm the **** but they'll never plunge

My Draco got kick so you better run

I'm takin' a pic with my ***** in the sun yeah

That boy Michael Vick that boy like to run

I'm out with the gang no clique no squad

You know we the gang you know we the mob