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trippie redd - trap star [big-14] freestyle 1400 1400 1400 lyrics

[intro]
woah
serve it to the f-ckin’ birds
i was boolin’ with my n-gg-s servin’ the birds
ain’t no n-gg- ain’t talk no work, yeah, huh

[pre-chorus]
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah
trap life, woah, hey

[chorus]
trap life with my goons, hey
trap life with my goons
‘rari coupe go vroom
vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
trap life with my goons
trap life with my goons
vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
‘rari coupe go vroom

[verse 1]
ayy, small lead for the boys
i would never ever tell the world, i would never tell a word
gettin’ all the money, gettin’ all the green, whippin’ all the f-ckin’ work
made it out the f-ckin’ dirt, tryna get under that skirt
‘rari coupe go skrt, yeah
whip that work
made it out the hood now i’m in the ‘burbs
yeah, i f-cked her, but i had to f-ck her sister first
baby girl, show me what that lil’ p-ssy worth
gettin’ all the money, yeah i’m servin’ all the work
my swag is superb, you n-gg-s stay lame
i’m fly like a crane, doin’, i’m doin’ my thang, yeah, yeah
gettin’ money i’m a trap star
pulled up, livin’ life like a rockstar, skrt, skrt
yeah, yeah ‘rari fast car
pulled up, skrt, skrt, skrt, in a nascar, yeah, ayy

[chorus]
trap life with my goons
trap life with my goons
‘rari coupe go vroom
vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom vroom, hey
ride ’round with my goons
trap life with my goons
‘rari coupe go vroom, hey
‘rari coupe go vroom

[verse 2]
doin’ 250 on the dash
hopin’ that a young n-gg- don’t crash
she wanted to be first, but she last
shawty, i don’t need you in my life
rather be in the kitchen whippin’ that white
i’ma d-ck like i’ma mothaf-ckin’ dyk-, hey
in the kitchen i gotta whip it ’til it’s done, hey
i beat the p-ssy ’til it’s numb
shooters with me and they go dumb
chewin’ on that p-ssy like some gum
‘case stomach issue, might need some tums, n-gg-
my shooters goin’ dumb, n-gg-
yeah, yeah, my shooters goin’ dumb, n-gg-
yeah, yeah, my shooters goin’ dumb, n-gg-
woah, woah, woah, woah

[chorus]
trap life with my goons
trap life with my goons
‘rari coupe go vroom
vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, hey
ride ’round with my goons
trap life with my goons
‘rari coupe go vroom, hey
yeah my coupe go vroom

[outro]
haha
i’m just, i’m just in the studio sippin’ on this actavis man
huh, you know how the f-ck we rockin’
yeah
ayy
silence, my child

- trippie redd lyrics

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