Space Time

Trippie Redd

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    Yeah, travel through space time
    I travel through space time
    Know I'm busy, I'll make time
    Heard I'm on top through the grapevine
    I've been running the block like a canine
    Got the Glock in your mom, havin' facetime
    Gotta praise allah out in Dubai
    You a bitch, wish your mom got her tubes tied
    Giuseppe steppin' in the moonlight
    Sippin' on lean, no moonshine
    Tried to kill the opps, but they won't die
    Don't play with my shooter, he too fried
    Went and spinned his block like two times
    Don't see nobody, I'm hungry
    I went to mcdonald's and ordered like two fries
    Came a long way from black mold and using the stoves to make chicken pot pies
    Wanna play with my name, then we drop dimes
    Went and took the opps' street sign

    Niggas be mad we top five
    Niggas be mad we top five
    Niggas be mad we top five
    Niggas be mad (we top five)
    Niggas be mad we top five
    Niggas be mad
    Niggas be mad we top five (yeah)
    Niggas be mad (we top five)
    Niggas be mad

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    Go get some racks (go get some cash), go get some cash
    Run up your bag, why you lookin' sad?
    On your ass, boy, get off yo' ass
    Bitch, we 'bout to spazz
    Roll like thirty mags (yeah, bah)
    Woo, uh, hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey
    Huh, bitch, I feel like bloody bermin, I don't wanna talk
    Know we swaggin' and surfin', I don't wanna walk
    Went and bought my bitch a birkin, I don't know the cost
    I'm a rick margiela serpent, I can't do lacoste
    They don't like it when the tables turnin', they get sick and lost
    All this water on my body perfect, I'm just full of voss

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    Composición: Trippie Redd, Star Boy, Peter Jideonwo y Bart How

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