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hideout - trippie redd lyrics

[intro]
(loesoe goin’ crazy)
(sil on the beat too)

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b*tch, i’m on the grind now
h*lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it
[verse 1: trippie redd]
woke up in the mornin’, b*tches makin’ eggs and bacon
makin’ multi*millions while you n*ggas makin’ statements
makin’ love to your b*tch and makin’ what you can’t make
n*ggas love talkin’ sh*t until they cannot talk no more
i got love in the city, but i cannot love a ho
out the country and sh*t with a bad lil’ model ho
rockin’ red like i’m santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
infrared beam in a red ‘rari, took the red eye from a red carbon
f*ck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now i’m heartless
mr. redd don’t give a f*ck, you know that n*gga came from darkness
mr. redd don’t give a f*ck, that boy’ll turn you to a carcass
is you actin’ tough with me? lil’ b*tch, is you r*t*rded?
p*ssies reachin’ for the top the most will hit the ground the hardest
she wanna suck my sword because she say that i’m the sharpest
i’m the dark knight, b*tch, in some bright ice, b*tch
this a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b*tch, i’m on the grind now
h*lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it
[verse 2: fijimacintosh]
catch an opp and turn to bacon, assalamualaik*m
this a game of lemonade, she tell me, “what side you gon’ pick?”
jigsaw a n*gga, catch a pig, cut him limb from limb
i just smoked a blunt of runtz and landed on a f*ckin’ blimp (yeah)
only blue hundreds in my left pocket, n*gga, i ain’t bangin’ crip
my young n*gga ready to catch a stain and he’ll do it anywhere
that lil’ petty sh*t you makin’, we’ll throw it in the air
i bought my b*tch new chane*ne, she’ll f*ck me anywhere (sh*t, godd*mn)
my b*tch boujee, look at my fingernails before i put ’em in her (yeah)
why the f*ck this n*gga mad at me? his b*tch under my picture
i could really post the sh*t, it make you mad and make you bicker
i got a bag and it’s way bigger
i’m on they ass, i know they can feel it
balenci’ boots and rick the denim
lord, forgive me, i know i’m a sinner
fashion k!ller, codeine sipper
b*tches beggin’ to take down my zipper
p*ssy good, i might just tip her, yeah
i don’t smoke no swisher sweet, b*tch, i’m rollin’ raw organic
walk around the mansion with my chopper, i won’t never panic (ayy)

[chorus: trippie redd & fijimacintosh]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout (ayy)
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b*tch, i’m on the grind now (oh, okay)
h*lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it

- trippie redd lyrics

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