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mpr = mxney.pu$$y.ragee. - trippydagxatt lyrics

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we call it mpr, we do this everyday
like tay k did a race
my homies chillin wit yo bae
yall n*ggas, f*ckin g*ys
my bape zip hoodie in i8
i’m smokin dope here, but i’m well
u f*ck on me, u ain’t feel well
can k!ll yo self boy, might as well

and money can by f*ckin death or life
and p*ssy wet, makes me so high
i have a draco makes u fly
that’s * rage
i have some bands, the things got right
u call me p*ssyboy, not right
if p*ssyboy can f*ck yo b*tch, my boy, u sucker, right?
i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage

smoking dope till get high
drinking alcoho, get drunk
f*cked this b*tch, in x5
f*cked this b*tch, in x6

if u need drugs, call my phone, i’m gon find u something
i’m working hard, i’m working hard cause i love that money
my music perfect sh*t for s*x, smokin dope or something
don’t like that boys, is that rage, that’s my stick talkin

i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage
i need money, p*ssy, rage

my voice sounds like i’m f*ckin marge or lil wop
since i was kid, fell in love wit that big guap
f*ckboys, been talkin, they from southside
b*tch, i’m from lyubertsy, moscows east side

sad boy talkin, i’m sad boy rich
sad boy juggin, sad boy f*cked yo b*tch
sad boy crying, but sad boy not a snitch
sad boy scamin, sad boy got rich
what f*ck, sippin wok, dirty sprite
wit that glock, on yo block
silly boys don’t what i’m talkin about
rockin disginer clothes, but ima still on yo block
wit glock, i don’t really give f*ck

they talk about me, what a f*ck, boy, i’m ugly and i poppin only xannax
trippy, how u do this, b*tch, i grow up wit demons
they were skin heads, they were demons
we were talkin dumb sh*t, but f*ck a melon

moscow drug dealers, they all snitches, but big money
i was scamin kids in a gram, and that’s my money
aye, aye and that’s my money
aye, aye and that’s my money

see some demons i grew up wit
diamonds dancing, lit sh*t
i can f*ck yo hoe, i’ll do it real quick
smoking dope, that real sh*t

rari, ridin, foreign whips b*tch
have u some meth, bro? b*tch i need it
cookin in da trap, i whiped two bricks
d*mn brrrt, lit sh*t

- trippydagxatt lyrics

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