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trippie redd - mtv* lyrics

[producer tag: hitmaka]
hitmaka

[rob49]
jumpin’ up in the headphone
yeah (yeah)
trip, what’s happenin’, b+tch?
yeah (lil b+tch)
yeah, switchin up my hoes remind me i don’t give a f+ck about em
yeah, foe came straight from poverty, i turned up 10 million dollars
yeah, trippie my n+gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothin’ bout him
poppin outside with these sixes, [?] my sixes, [?] not no oxy
b+tch, show me 11, ima tell the n+gga 11
pop that p+, b+tch, turn around pop that p+ssy for me
real hit caller, plus i’m a percocet bussa’
if you ever come in the jungle naked, i’ll k!ll the wholе jungle

[trippie redd]
paint my whole house black causе i’m hot
bazooka bullet built head b+tch, need to stop (tuh)
the b+tch chopped, your friends chopped, you b+tches chopped cheese
p+ssy n+gga tryna pop it, tell em pop me

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pop it if you poppin sh+t, pop it if you droppin’ sh+t
don’t give a f+ck about an opp’
money, ski sh+t, money, p sh+t, money
she float across the room just to come and eat d+ck
get that boy a brew, he wasn’t playin’ defense
i ain’t trippin’ too, i just popped a piece b+tch
shawty want some blues, that’s a d+mn weak miss
all designer shoes, we can’t do that cheap sh+t
up this .42, i just d+mn peeped sh+t
i’m the one and you the two, you a d+mn weak b+tch

mtv b+tches, look at all my hoes
mtv b+tches, look at all my hoes

[rob49]
yeah, switchin up my hoes remind me i don’t give a f+ck about em
yeah, foe came straight from poverty, i turned up 10 million dollars
yeah, trippie my n+gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothin’ bout him
poppin outside with these sixes, [?] my sixes, [?] not no oxy
b+tch, show me 11, ima tell the n+gga 11
pop that p+, b+tch, turn around pop that p+ssy for me
real hit caller, plus i’m a percocet bussa’
if you ever come in the jungle naked, i’ll k!ll the whole jungle
yeah

i done took so many pills, i’m a pill head
i done f+cked on model hoes, and i’m still liz
i done took some percocets with a bad b+tch
i done took some hits, and i made hits
i can’t be the one that these b+tches stand with
i gotta be the one that your main hoe land with
i can’t, i got a crib could be on mtv cribs
i got a b+tch, could be on mtv b+tches
i got a n+gga, k!ll so many k!llers, he a k!lla
my b+tch, paint my whip black, i’m a coke dealer
yeah, switchin up my hoes remind me i don’t give a f+ck about em
yeah, foe came straight from poverty, i turned up 10 million dollars
yeah, trippie my n+gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothin’ bout him
poppin outside with these sixes, [?] my sixes, [?] not no oxy
b+tch, show me 11, ima tell the n+gga 11
pop that p+, b+tch, turn around pop that p+ssy for me
real hit caller, plus i’m a percocet bussa’
if you ever come in the jungle naked, i’ll k!ll the whole jungle
yeah

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