| I love Trippie Redd
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| Oh, oh
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| Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup
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| Won’t look at the past, it’s behind us
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| Fallin' in a bottomless pit, find us
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| Life is a purge, sound of the sirens
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| Do whatever I want, don’t give a fuck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
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| I got your wife, she my slut, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
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| And I don’t walk shit at all, I’m on the money run
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| I don’t got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they scared of my guns
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| Your bitch said she want a real one, I told her, «Come and find one»
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| It’s funny how you pussy, but you never been inside one
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| Ayy, these dumb-ass, virgin-ass niggas mad
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| They run when they see the gun in my hand
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| Bullets like Twitter, they follow them
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| Nut, my kids, she swallow them, ooh, yeah, she swallow them
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| Boy, your chain ain’t solid gold
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| Your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them
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| These niggas say they wit' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him (Pussy bitch)
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| Make that lil' bitch disappear, got VVS’s in my ear
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, we shinin' on your bitch
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| We flick these hoes wanna fuck, 'cause I’m so freaky-deaky and your bitch gon'
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| eat me
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| You know that we killing these fuck niggas
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| Hell nah, ain’t no throwin' no white flag
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| Hell nah, pussy boy, we don’t buy that
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| Pussy nigga, pull up on him and bite that, uh
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| Hundred thirty K on a Cuban link, ayy
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| Shawty wanna fuck, suck the dick and be my bae, ayy
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| Chillin' on that couch, fuck your bitch in her mouth
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| Catch a nigga slippin', put it in his fucking house (Slatt)
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| I ain’t with the talkin', I ain’t with the talkin'
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| I ain’t with the talkin', put the pussy nigga in a coffin (Oh)
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| He red, nigga say he bleedin', he red, he red (Oh)
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| I’m killin' everybody instead (Bah)
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| It be so cold up in the summertime (Freezin'), in the summertime (Freezin')
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| Diamonds on my fingers, baby blue, they look like Megamind (Yeah)
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| I don’t know reality, bitch, I feel like Coraline (Yeah, yeah)
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| And we from the Northside, pull up, Optimus Prime (Yeah)
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| I don’t wanna miss life (Yeah)
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| Promise it feel better takin' his life (Takin' his life, yeah)
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| Yeah, codeine when I piss right (When I piss right)
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| 'Cause we live that fucking triple six life, yeah, that 6 kiss life (Yeah, six,
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| six)
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| Murder, what it is, murder, what it is, yeah, murder, what it is, uh
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| I’ma catch a murder in this bitch, that’s for certain in this bitch
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| Like close the burtains in this bitch, uh (Yeah, uh, yeah)
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| Uh, it’s a living Hell (Right) and we live in Hell
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| From there, live in Hell, from there, I live in Hell, from there, yeah
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| La-la-la-la, gang, la-la-la-la |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6 Kiss, artist - Trippie Redd. Album song A Love Letter To You 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп