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trippie redd - like that lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
hood rich

[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
uh, i just spent 80 on a ap (yeah)
tell lil’ baby she can love me or she hate me (yeah)
in the brand new mclaren, and i’m racing, uh
with the gang and you know they high as sp-ce be (yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd]
how you like that, uh? how you like that, uh?
how you like that, uh? how you like that, uh?
love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh? (yeah)
how you like that, uh? (yeah) how you like that, uh? (yeah, ayy)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
how you like the glis’? (glis’) how you like my wrist? (gleem)
how you like these diamonds dancing in my f-cking fist? (bling!)
how you like that (yeah), how you like that? (yeah)
if she hit my jack, i hit her right back (ah)
’cause i’m out the way (way), uh, b-tch i’m mia (mia)
don’t stand in my way (in my way), posted in the a (in the a)
find out where you lay (where you lay), open up the gates (open up the gates)
i won’t leave a trace, not tryna catch a case, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, bah)
you’s a open mind, you’s a big stain, yeah (big stain)
you’s a p–py b-tt, yeah you’s a sh-t stain, yeah (sh-t, stain)
posted in the bando with the big gang, yeah (big, gang)
totin’ sticks and extendos with the big bang, yeah (bang)
uh, all headshots, i won’t make your body count (bang, headshots)
with the big chop, tryna see your body bounce (gang, headshots)
pack o’ lions, i ain’t tryna see n0body pounce (fangs, yeah)
got a kilo round my neck, we weigh it by the pound (weight it, weight it up, yeah)

[bridge: trippie redd]
you can’t see me, you can’t be me (hah!)
did you get that? (hah!) did you get that? (yeah)
did you like that? (like that) how you like that? (how you like?)

[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
i just spent 80 on a ap (yeah)
tell lil’ baby she can love me or she hate me (yeah)
in the brand new mclaren, and i’m racing, uh
with the gang and you know they high as sp-ce be (yeah)

[verse 2: lil durk]
walk around, dior hommes on me
studio, i got poles on me
perc 30, got my nose runnin’
chiraq got me cold hearted
i be with k!llers, they got no conscience
41m, i put stones on it
lawyer money, spend a cool hundred
on the set, i put a cool hundred
just for talkin’, n-ggas move from me
a couple b-tches i done soon f-cked
pay for p-ssy, boy, that’s shoe money
my young n-ggas, they gon’ shoot some
caught a case, i couldn’t bust nuts
run up on me, you a dumb f-ck
shooters hangin’ out of putt-putt
all these n-ggas know what’s up

[verse 3: a boogie wit da hoodie]
i just spent like 80 on a bracelet
f-ck 20 on a chain i tried to take his
couple highbridge n-ggas on that same sh-t
take the red pill or the blue pill like the matrix
run it up then spend it all or burnt it off, yeah
just hit me up, i’m a beat it up like aw yeah
when i pick you up i’m a eat you up in my car, yeah
with my chains on i feel like a rockstar, yeah

- trippie redd lyrics

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