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still crucial - trippie redd lyrics

[intro]
fuego got that fuego, yo

[chorus: fooly faime]
she around here, still prove somethin’
i can’t leave the house without my ruger
f-ck a broke b-tch, she f-ck my mood up
i’d rather get the money, baby boo’d up
hey, n-ggas out here hatin’, i give two f-cks
hey, trickin’ on a b-tch, you got me screwed up
i wouldn’t even give a b-tch two bucks, uh
i wouldn’t even give b-tch a uber

[verse 1: trippie redd]
in that p-ssy, deep divin’ like a scuba, yeah
they think i’m crazy, b-tch i’m that luda, uh
chasin’ the p-ssy down like a puma
f-ck that b-tch, hakuna matata, pumba
talk down, i guarantee you are doomed, bruh
yeah, stones on my body, baby medusa
got my stones on my body, that uka uka
they claimin’ gang, gang, gang, i don’t give two f-cks
because i’m too up, i give her xanny, two cups
hang with them goons, them baboons, they really too nuts (yeah)
let’s keep your bootcut ‘fore that b-tch come and chose us (yeah)
we jimmy chooed up, b-tch and we tooled up (yeah)

[verse 2: fooly faime]
everything changed when the money came
n-ggas come around and they don’t act the same
b-tches come around and they start actin’ strange
all this gold on like i’m [?]
spent a hunnid thousand like it’s pocket change
woke up in the mornin’, drinkin’ purple rain
popped an adderall and started feelin’ strange
came back to life, so i can’t complain
flooded on my wrist, like a hurricane
on the 101 and i’m switchin’ lanes
straight from the block, like i’m eddie kane
treat a n-gga head like the shootin’ range

- trippie redd lyrics

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