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trippie redd - triple double lyrics

[intro]
14, 14, 14, woah (808 got them smokers)
big 14, n-gga, haha
with my motherf-ckin’ hittas (woah)
i been getting money with my motherf-ckin’ n-ggas (haha, yeah)
make that sh-t double, baby, yeah, make that sh-t triple (woah)
i been gettin money with my motherf-ckin’ n-ggas

[verse 1]
with my gang (yeah, yeah, yeah)
wasn’t love, it was f-ckin’ pain (woah)
diamonds dancing on me in the rain (woah)
makin’ money since i went insane
huh, yeah
i cannot muhf-ckin’ lie (no)
my b-tch she ride or die
yo b-tch she ridin’, why? (ew)
she should just ride aside (d-mn)
come on along the ride (yeah)
come on along the ride (yeah)
come on along the ride
huh, ayy

[chorus]
ridin’ ’round with my n-ggas (woah)
ridin ’round with my gang (haha)
huh, ridin’ ’round with my n-ggas
ridin’ ’round with my gang
draco hit ’em up n-gga (woah)
i don’t really trust n-ggas (no)
most n-ggas f-ck n-ggas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pull up and bust n-ggas (haha)
pull up and bust n-ggas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah we gon’ bust n-ggas
said we gon’ bust n-ggas (hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
yeah, they on me, on that chrome
hit a n-gga in his dome, feelin’ like i’m home alone
feelin’ like i’m post malone, singin’ to the p-ssy, ho
white iverson ballin’ (yeah), gettin’ money out they wallet
gettin’ money i ain’t fallin’, yeah why they f-ckin talkin’
hit you and then go off and put your b-tch on auction
that p-ssy got a f-ckin’ price, huh, in the kitchen whippin’ white, huh
yeah go and f-ck your side ho, yeah i go f-ckin’ maestro
trippie redd, lil’ michael
many rappers have my bible, duckin’ dodgin’ all the fake hoes

[outro]
d-mn, ayy
rollin’ ’round with my n-ggas
rollin’ ’round with my gang (woah)
huh
rollin’ ’round with my n-ggas (yeah, yeah)
rollin’ ’round with my gang

- trippie redd lyrics

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