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trippie redd - even steven (original version) lyrics

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[intro trippie redd & kazoo kid]
ouch!
oh, hi!
wait a minute, who are you?
i’ll tell you a secret (haha, yeah!)
sometimes i get away quiet
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(crazy, okay)
i mean, thats are on kids

[chorus: trippie redd]
she suck my d+ck so well, she ain’t even t++thin’ (oh my god)
run up in your crib, k!ll you for no reason, yeah (yeah)
don’t give a f+ck ’bout mama grievin’, yeah
pull up with them choppers and i get even, yeah, get even

[verse: trippie redd]
mama cry (mama cry, yeah), homicide (homicide, yeah)
do or die (do or die), it’s just you and i (you and i)
eye for an eye (eye for an eye), life for a life (life for a life)
better chose a side (side), ‘fore i up that fire (fire)
that n+gga dead (bah), one in the head (phew)
runnin’ from the feds (okay), i can’t take no f+ckin’ pledge (okay)
i can’t run from n+ggas, nah (nah), like i got no legs (legs)
murder, murder gang, couple bodies in the shed (shed)
she do pilates, she off the molly, i’m all low in the head (wait a minute, who are you?)
they ‘luminati, all on my body, know my government (yeah)
i’m in the masi’, i keep the fire on me, intelligent
i catch a homi’, i catch a body at your residence
[chorus: trippie redd]
she suck my d+ck so well, she ain’t even t++thin’ (oh my god)
run up in your crib, k!ll you for no reason, yeah (yeah)
don’t give a f+ck ’bout mama grievin’, yeah
pull up with them choppers and i get even, yeah, get even

[bridge: trippie redd]
real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
real blue cheese, all my presidents dead (presidents dead)
i’m fly like a bald eagle (bald eagle)
d+ck in her belly like a torpedo
tell her drop down, b+tch, and get your f+ckin’ eagle on (eagle on)
you can join too, it’s a f+ckin’ sing+along (sing+along)
you can join too, it’s a f+ckin’ sing+along (yeah)
you can join too, it’s a f+ckin’ sing+along (wait a minute, who are you?)
you can join too, it’s a f+ckin’ sing+along
you can join too, it’s a f+ckin’ sing+along (yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd]
she suck my d+ck so well, she ain’t even t++thin’ (oh my god)
run up in your crib, k!ll you for no reason, yeah (yeah)
don’t give a f+ck ’bout mama grievin’, yeah
pull up with them choppers and i get even, yeah, get even
[outro: kazoo kid]
i wanna tell you a secret, partner
i wanna sing a song, just for you!



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