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Artist: Trippie Redd
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Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)
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Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)
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Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that Mac and Cheese
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
Who're these niggas? They simps, and they hella bitch to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
My lil' baby gonna blast for me
Do the hit, and do the fuckin' dash for me
And that's it, she don't want no cash from me
You got flipped and left in the past for me
Uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbed me
Wish it was a paper cut but it's a gash, I bleed out
In a way, you keep harassin' me
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh, uh, yeah
Time is of the essence, you know damn well
You bring hell, I should call the reverend
Devil horns on the angel, still haven't learned my lesson, uh
We're a mess, and our life's a wreck (hey)
Toxic, toxic, toxic
The most beautiful things grow old and start rotting
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
Say "Hey" to your father, uh
He owe me twenty dollars
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppas
We gon' give 'em hell, boy, I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Gang, gang, gang
Probably fuckin' your mama
Three K on my wrist like André
Servin' like entrée
Ha, huh
You dig? You dig? You dig?
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
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