trippie redd – elite* lyrics
lyrics from snippet
[verse]
pullin’ up, big body, and this b+tch convertible
she could be the baddest b+tch, i swear to god, i’m curvin’ her
blow a b+tch brains out like a d+mn murderer
f+cked her last week, but i swear i’ve never heard of her
put a spell on this b+tch with my d+ck, yeah, i’m cursin’ her
hundred round drum on the stick, it reverse on him
the opps poppin’ out like a zit, d+mn personal
heard a n+gga talkin’ brazy, i’ma put ’em in a he+rs+
.223s, .762s, put ’em in the dirt
big chop, [?] store, i ain’t talkin’ clerks, huh
i be with the birds, bet a b+tch won’t say a peep
hundred fifty on my chain, hundred on my t++th
they want me to k!ll ’em, okay, got it, i’m elite
got my wallet, not my phone, leave a message at the beep
all these n+ggas p+ssy, p+ssy, all i see is pink
all these p+ssy n+ggas ran off when i popped…
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