Trippie Redd

"6 Kiss"

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
I love Trippie Redd
Oh, oh
Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup
Won't look at the past, it's behind us
Fallin' in a bottomless pit, find us
Life is a purge, sound of the sirens

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Do whatever I want, don't give a f**k, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
I got your wife, she my sl*t, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
And I don't walk sh*t at all, I'm on the money run
I don't got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they scared of my guns
Your b*t*h said she want a real one, I told her, "Come and find one"
It's funny how you pu**y, but you never been inside one
Ayy, these dumb-ass, virgin-ass n***as mad
They run when they see the gun in my hand
Bullets like Twitter, they follow them

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Nut, my kids, she swallow them, ooh, yeah, she swallow them
Boy, your chain ain't solid gold
Your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them
These n***as say they wit' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him (pu**y b*t*h)
Make that lil' b*t*h disappear, got VVS's in my ear

Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, we shinin' on your b*t*h
We flick these hoes wanna f**k, 'cause I'm so freaky-deaky and your b*t*h gon' eat me
You know that we killing these f**k n***as
Hell nah, ain't no throwin' no white flag
Hell nah, pu**y boy, we don't buy that
pu**y n***a, pull up on him and bite that, uh
Hundred thirty K on a Cuban link, ayy
Shawty wanna f**k, suck the d**k and be my bae, ayy
Chillin' on that couch, f**k your b*t*h in her mouth
Catch a n***a slippin', put it in his f**king house (Slatt)
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Copyright © 2017-2020