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trippydagxatt - mpr = mxney.pu$$y.ragee. lyrics
we call it mpr, we do this everyday
like tay k did a race
my homies chillin wit yo bae
yall n_ggas, f_ckin g_ys
my bape zip hoodie in i8
i’m smokin dope here, but i’m well
u f_ck on me, u ain’t feel well
can k!ll yo self boy, might as well
and money can by f_ckin death or life
and p_ssy wet, makes me so high
i have a draco makes u fly
that’s _ rage
i have some bands, the things got right
u call me p_ssyboy, not right
if p_ssyboy can f_ck yo b_tch, my boy, u sucker, right?
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
smoking dope till get high
drinking alcoho, get drunk
f_cked this b_tch, in x5
f_cked this b_tch, in x6
if u need drugs, call my phone, i’m gon find u something
i’m working hard, i’m working hard cause i love that money
my music perfect sh_t for s_x, smokin dope or something
don’t like that boys, is that rage, that’s my stick talkin
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
i need money, p_ssy, rage
my voice sounds like i’m f_ckin marge or lil wop
since i was kid, fell in love wit that big guap
f_ckboys, been talkin, they from southside
b_tch, i’m from lyubertsy, moscows east side
sad boy talkin, i’m sad boy rich
sad boy juggin, sad boy f_cked yo b_tch
sad boy crying, but sad boy not a snitch
sad boy scamin, sad boy got rich
what f_ck, sippin wok, dirty sprite
wit that glock, on yo block
silly boys don’t what i’m talkin about
rockin disginer clothes, but ima still on yo block
wit glock, i don’t really give f_ck
they talk about me, what a f_ck, boy, i’m ugly and i poppin only xannax
trippy, how u do this, b_tch, i grow up wit demons
they were skin heads, they were demons
we were talkin dumb sh_t, but f_ck a melon
moscow drug dealers, they all snitches, but big money
i was scamin kids in a gram, and that’s my money
aye, aye and that’s my money
aye, aye and that’s my money
see some demons i grew up wit
diamonds dancing, lit sh_t
i can f_ck yo hoe, i’ll do it real quick
smoking dope, that real sh_t
rari, ridin, foreign whips b_tch
have u some meth, bro? b_tch i need it
cookin in da trap, i whiped two bricks
d_mn brrrt, lit sh_t
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