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redda - fake lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b_tch mad as f_ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh_t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf_ckin’ sp_ceship, b_tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b_tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b_tch
he got ricky, i know that sh_t fake, lil’ b_tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b_tch
talkin’ sh_t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp_ce on the drink

[verse]
ye_yeah
i’m in cali’ with a bad b_tch, yeah
she a super baddie, love to kiss her
and she from the east, talm ’bout fisher
i should f_ck the b_tch, i know you miss her
i just f_cked the b_tch and then you kissed her
want a pic’, but i don’t know you, mister
that’s your b_tch? she eatin’ me like dessert
i recruit the b_tch, i had to list her
and my pockets swollen like a blister (uh, uh)
you don’t even know me, bae
yeah, she talm ’bout “hold me, bae”
treat you like a trophy, bae
i think we could do this sh_t, baby girl
gotta keep it lowkey, okay?
she think i’ma give the whole f_cking world
you soundin’ like a junkie, okay
video game in my head, yeah
i’m on a perc, i can’t feel no pain, yea h
i be high as sh_t, a f_cking crane, yeah
perc to the head’ll f_ck your cranium
shout out saintracks, like, free ukraine, yeah
yeah, my boy just fled, i don’t blame ’em
goin’ up, on a nos
too stuck, i’m too gone
get your stuff ’cause you gone
and, lil’ b_tch, i get guap, get it gone
we got rocks, yeah, we got stones
get the glock, get ’em gone
on the block, yeah_yeah, wit’ them goons
tryna’ plot, you gon’ lose
that b_tch hot, but she rude
now she not, got her nude
uh, uh
at the club, yeah, the b_tch want a pic’, yeah
steady asking, “what’s that on the fit?,” yeah
you don’t wanna know, it cost a brick, yeah (yeah)
on the f_ckin juice, um
yeah, she hot like tucson
i need two like coupon
need a group of ’em
[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b_tch mad as f_ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh_t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf_ckin’ sp_ceship, b_tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b_tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b_tch
he got ricky, i know that sh_t fake, lil’ b_tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b_tch
talkin’ sh_t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp_ce on the drink

- redda lyrics

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