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- Blastoff 歌詞 Diplo Internet Money Juice WRLD Trippie Redd
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- Trippie Redd Blastoff 歌詞
- Diplo Internet Money Juice WRLD Trippie Redd
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Hahahaha Nick you're stupid Baby come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy F**k with my shooters they in the back with me F**k with me baby come get this bag with me Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me Craving your love it's heart-attacking me Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese I cannot show these b***hes no sympathy Or these n** *as they simps and they hella b***h to me I was just fortunate got the remedy F**k that b***h and then dip I got them chips to receive yeah Baby come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy F**k with my shooters they in the back with me Juice WRLD: Uh you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me Wish it was a paper cut but it's a gash I bleed out And the way you keep harassin' me It's a shame this the way that it has to be oh Uh yeah time is of the essence You know d**n well you bring hell I should call a reverend Devil horns on a angel still haven' t learned my lesson uh We're a mess and our life's a wreck Hey Toxic toxic toxic The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin' I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic Let's be honest you're the devil's daughter Say hey to your father uh he owe me twenty dollars We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas Trippie Redd: Baby come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy F** k with my shooters they in the back with me F**k with me baby come get this bag with me Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me Craving your love it's heart -attacking me Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese Juice WRLD: Gang gang gang Probably f**kin' your mama Three K on my wrist like André Servin' like entrée Ha huh you dig you dig you dig
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