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trippie redd – it’s okay lyrics

[intrp: trippie redd]
it’s hard, though
sippin’ on the, uh, a red bool, b+tch
yeah, and i’m adlibbin’ with lil’ bro (uh)
big 14, know what the f+ck goin’ on (energy, energy, wolves looking for strippers and coacine, woo, woo, woo)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
i let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself (cash)
without any help, so that means it shine on it’s own (hahaha)
without any gold (yeah), i’ve been a king without any throne (lean)
it’s time to take your ass to school, ain’t no place, like (woo, hit ’em with the [?])
home of 1400 with the screw up kids, don’t screw up kid
or that choppa wet your crew up kid (kid), i’m two up kid
we animals, better zoo up kid (yeah)
i’m from canton but the whole country wherе i blew up big (ayy, big)
who knew us kid, i think i came from undеr a rock (rock, lil’ b+tch)
was out on the block, my cousin had that sh+t in his sock
he movin’ the work (yeah), your b+tch all over my c+ck (she on my what?)
i put d+ck in her mouth, like the whole mother of bombs (woo, woo)
and i ain’t talkin’ donald trump, but i’ll take donald out the trunk (ha)
and let donald’s ass bust if you keep talkin’ down on gang
i just pulled up in a lamb, cuzzo pulled up in a range (brrah)
and we reloadin’ them sticks lil’ n+gga, we release them things, ayy (pew+pew+pew+pew+pew, brrah, woo)

[chorus: trippie redd]
ayy (yeah, yeah), we okay, ayy, it’s okay (it’s okay)
ooh, it’s okay (we okay), ayy (ayy)
it’s okay (it’s okay), it’s okay (boolin’), we okay
we okay over this way (this way), we okay, we okay, ayy
ayy, okay, we okay (we okay, we okay), on this way (ayy), ooh
over this way, yeah
[verse 2: chris king & trippie redd]
(blatt)
i been f+ckin’ up the highway, i been grindin’ for twelve months (skrrt)
i be rollin’ blunts and poppin’ pills ’cause i do what i want (ayy)
and i know you b+tch been on my line but i will not confront (she on my line)
’cause she know that i been getting all them extras from the jump (she won’t, woo)
there you go, there you go, take you with the hood like, baby (b+tch)
make sure you roll my backwood tight, baby (lil’ baby)
i been sippin’ the lean, got goodnight+wavy
smokin’ on the dope, the ayo+ayo (yeah, ayy)
hopin’ that a b+tch don’t get out of pocket before a young n+gga go and have to call up rocket (prrew)
he tell me [?] get to [?] and poppin’ and f+ckin’ up the penthouse, we was runnin’ the lobby instead (yeah)
all you n+ggas runnin’ out of your bread (bread)
guillotine to these rappers, yeah, it’s off with they head (yeah)
everybody wanna win but everybody is scared
don’t be hittin up my line, thinkin’ you f+ck with the feds (did he chop his head off? hahaha)
i’ll be sippin’ on drank ’til i flatline
fishtail, the benz back tied
these old n+ggas sound mad tired (skrrt)
that p+ssy wet, it’s baptized, woah (wet your ass up, b+tch)
afraid to win and all capsized, f+ck around and get baptized (gang)
choppa tote, black and loaded, drop in off in the window
we whippin’, my n+ggas gon’ get it whenever (yeah)
new benz with the leather (leather)
bad b+tch and she wetter (vroom)
got a friend named heather (vroom)
[chorus: trippie redd]
ayy (ayy, ayy, yeah), it’s okay, ooh (uh, uh, i think we okay over this way, b+tch), ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think, lil’ bro?)
it’s okay (it’s good), ayy, it’s okay (it’s good, woo, woo, woo), we okay
over this way (yeah, over this way), we okay, we okay, over this way, b+tch
ayy, we okay (we okay), on this way (this way), ayy, over this way, yeah (yeah, gang, gang, gang)

[outro: trippie redd, chris king, & rocket da goon]
huh, gang, gang, gang, ayy (gang, gang, gang, gang, over this way)
hold up, hold up, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (gang, over this way)
i made this with like, f+ckin’, five minutes to spare, b+tch (ayy, ayy, $notty nose mafia, ayy, b+tch)
blatt, blatt, blatt
trippie redd (rebirth the mob, n+gga)
14, uh (flip squad, n+gga), 14, uh, 14, yeah
1400, n+gga, 14, yeah
who is chris king? i don’t f+ckin’ know
i don’t know (world famous)
chris king, ayy, f+ck him, f+ck him, off with his head
f+ck chris king
the man

- trippie redd lyrics

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