- Can You Rap Like Me (Pt. 2) 歌词 Trippie Redd
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- Trippie Redd Can You Rap Like Me (Pt. 2) 歌词
- Trippie Redd
- P. Soul on the track(I love Trippie Redd)
Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't ****in' know ya
Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
Get up off the block If I don't know you
You dealin' with some soldiers
I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh
I ride with the mother****in' pole, bruh
I rise with the mother****in' pole, bruh
And you know a mother****er pop a sealy, pop a pilly
Pop a ***** head like Amoxicillin
I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty
I'm hot, saditty to these *******
*****, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
How you hot and ****ty? Wait
Cause **** hot, but you know your **** not
My **** make the whole city rock
And diddy-bop, I spit it off the *****-top
And if you don't like it, then **** *****,
Eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
If I let her go, then I'll prolly **** another ho
(Snotty Nose Mafia, *****)
Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
Her ***** got bars, who's your service provider?
Still searching for a lighter,
Too many that sound just like us
We get awarded for the likeness,
Get twenty plaques like Gingivitis
Got the touch like King Midas,
I eat the beat, I get the itis
Create-a-player, high ball,
It's like I turned up all the sliders
Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin
When I pop the trigger, drop a *****
Then he shook his body like a Macarena
Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight,
Catchin' improper angles
God can't save you, slap my ***** from the back,
Call it Palm's angels
I bet when a ***** hop up, *******, they'll be all angry
I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, *****
Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, *****
I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, *****
I got where I am being exactly who I are, *****
You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, *****
I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
Give this dog a bone and think
I wasn't gon' catch it like that **** was farfetched
Young ***** stayin' on point just like a bayonet
We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street,
Then I sprayed the 'Vette
Just a young ***** but I been doin' it for so long
They gotta praise the vet
For my *****s on lockdown,
And the crimies that really plead the fifth
Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah,
I am multitasking, make multi-millions
M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress,
You know what's brackin'
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