Supernatural

Trippie Redd

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    I'm shy, oh my God

    Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
    Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
    Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
    Take a chill pill, take a chill pill

    Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill-kill
    Walk down, do a drill-drill, pop out like a pill-pill
    Wake up in the morning, spark a blunt and crack a damn seal
    We ballin', bitch, I break the backboard, shaquille o'neal (yeah, yeah)
    Big choppa turn like timmy, we got dracos with titties
    We got kids runnin' 'round with semis, that ain't love, that's envy
    Big jurassic in your city, bimmers, Benz and bentleys
    Rollin' 'round, g-wagon, lean go to my kidneys
    Bitch, I'm a monster, bitch, I'm a goon
    I cannot lose, bitch, I'm a winner
    Diamonds, they dancin' on me like the wintеr
    I got the shells, no master splintеr
    I got them bales, with the flick of my heater
    Got a cross on my nails, but I won't cross my niggas

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    Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, gang

    On my gang (woah)
    On my gang (nigga)
    On my gang (on my), gang
    On my gang
    On my gang (woah)
    On my gang (yeah)
    On my gang

    With the gang, I'm a rebel (on my gang)
    I made treaties with the devil
    Home in space, don't need no shuttle (bah)
    Don't be scared, don't need no trouble (haha)
    I just down this hennessy, it got me seein' double (gang)
    Countin' chips, don't let the cookie crumble
    We— we keep blicks, got that bag, and now I'll never fumble
    Trippie vers' the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble (bah)
    Pussy boy got pushed out the whip, I watched 'em roll and tumble (bitch)
    Your bitch kissin' on my dick, look like she blowin' bubbles (woah)
    Yeah, you niggas autobots, I'm a damn gundam
    Walk around this bitch like I'm their pops, now they mad I sonned 'em (woah)
    Summin' up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash (cash)
    Summon up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (woo)
    Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag
    Nigga tryna steal my shine and our jet-packs
    And I'm only goin' up from here, like a jet-pack
    And your homie, I rolled up in here
    It's that good pack (it's that good shit)

    Bitch, gang (woah)
    Woah (on my gang)

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    Composición: Trippie Redd, Nadddot, Warren Hunter y Rok

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