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trippie redd - blast off lyrics

[chorus: trippie redd]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f+ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f+ck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[verse 1: trippie redd]
f+ck with me baby, come get this bag with me
been alone for a minute, that sh+t been draggin’ me
cravin’ your love, it’s heart attacking me
tryna get in that p+ssy, baby, that mac n’ cheese
i cannot show these b+tches no sympathy
for these n+ggas they simps and they h+lla b+tch to me
i was just fortunate, got the remedy
f+ck that b+tch and then dip, i got them chips to receive (yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f+ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f+ck with my shooters, they in the back with me

[post chorus: trippied redd]
my little baby gonna blast for me
do the hit, and do the f+cking dash for me
in the sh+t, she don’t want no cash from me
you got flipped, and left in the past for me

[verse 2: juice wrld]
uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbed me
wish it was a paper cut but it’s a gash i bleed, out
and the way you keep harassin’ me
it’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
time is of the essence
you know d+mn well you bring h+ll
i should call a reverend
devil h+rns on an angel
still haven’t learned my lesson, uh
we’re a mess, you know our lives are wrecked
toxic, toxic, toxic
the most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’
i shoulda turned away when i found out you were demonic
let’s be honest, your the devil’s daughter
say “hey” to your father
he owe me twenty dollars
we gon’ run through like with like twenty+hundred choppas
we gon’ give them h+ll and i put that on my momma
me and trippie redd boolin’ back in the bahama’s
gang, gang, gang
probably f+ckin’ your mama
three cameras like andre
servin’ like entrée
ha, huh
you dig? you dig? you dig?

[chorus: trippie redd]
baby, come and have a blast with me
do everything i say like your majesty
f+ck with the gang and it be a tragedy
f+ck with my shooters, they in the back with me

- trippie redd lyrics

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