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trippie redd – fdb lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
haha, yeah (ayy)
you n+ggas are v+g+n+s

[chorus: trippie redd]
ahh+ahh+ahh+ayy
went and got a bag, then i f+cked your b+tch, ayy
i bought that ho a bag, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch)
hit her from the back, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that, f+cked that b+tch)
took her to the crib, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch, ayy)
brung her in the house, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch, ayy)
bent her over the couch, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy
put kids in her mouth, yeah, i f+cked that b+tch, ayy
vvs them diamonds, screaming f+ck my wrist, ayy

[verse 1: trippie redd]
rari coupe, wait, hold up, f+ck that sh+t, ayy, huh
big body jag, hold up, f+ck that sh+t, ayy
aston martin, whip it, hold up, f+ck that sh+t, ayy
private exclusive, screaming f+ck that sh+t, ayy
no
f+ck that sh+t, i’m gon’ f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch, i’m gon’ f+ck that b+tch, ayy
f+ckin’ on your b+tch
she like all this d+ck (d+ck) in her mouth at night (night)
actavis i’m sippin, know i need some dirty sprite (some dirty sprite)
blooded out with bs, b+tch you know i’m real right
yeah, you know that it could get real right (real right)
real right (ayy), real right, real slime (slime)
snotty nose (nose), hit a n+gga, know he blind
diamonds real (ayy), real ice, big ice
wrist nice (ayy), crib nice, house big (ayy)
f+cked yo’ b+tch (ayy), i’m the sh+t, i’m wit’ the sh+ts (ayy)
pullin’ up wit’ the stick
semi rounds, shot ’em down, you’s a clown (ayy)
you’s a clown (ayy)
girl, i’m aimin’ with them goons (goons)
know i’m chillin’ with some goons
f+ckin’ on yo’ b+tch and that b+tch didn’t leave no room (room)
n+ggas choppin’ sh+lls, cocoons
all these tools you like to abuse (abuse)

[verse 2]
with trippie redd, f+ck the feds
all the b+tches love the red, f+ck the reds
all these n+ggas dead, i swear they really dead
i do this sh+t without no rest, i get no f+ckin’ rest
ooh yeah, it’s time to pipe up
i got the chance and i swear that i’m finna pipe up
i’m wit’ yo’ b+tch and she love how i’m givin’ pipe up
and yeah, she like us
trippie redd, double f shinin’ in the night, son
i swear they ain’t gon’ like us
i swear they ain’t gon’ like us
because we’re the pipe ones, woah
yeah, i put time in this, time is shinin’ on my wrist
had to get a grip, no more hittin’ l!cks, yeah
too much faith in this, ain’t got no faith in them
and no more chasin’ b+tches, no more waitin’ list
i’ll be d+mned if i’m waitin’, b+tch (oh)
i’ll be d+mned if she play a n+gga (oh)
vans on but i am not a skater, n+gga (oh)

[chorus: trippie redd]
ahh+ahh+ahh+ayy
went and got a bag, then i f+cked your b+tch, ayy
i bought that ho a bag, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch)
hit her from the back, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that, f+cked that b+tch)
took her to the crib, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch, ayy)
brung her in the house, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy (f+cked that b+tch, ayy)
bent her over the couch, then i f+cked that b+tch, ayy
put kids in her mouth, yeah, i f+cked that b+tch, ayy
vvs them diamonds, screaming f+ck my wrist, ayy

- trippie redd lyrics

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