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Paroles de la chanson Supernatural par Trippie Redd

[Part I]

(I'm shy, oh my God)
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill

Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill-kill
Walked up, do a drill-drill
Pop out like a pill-pill
Wake up in the morning, spark a blunt and crack a damn seal
We ballin', bitch, I break the backboard, Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
Big choppa turn like Timmy, we got Dracos with titties
We gotta keep around with semis
That ain't love, that's Envy
Big Jurassic in your city
Bimmers, beams and Bentleys
Rollin' 'round, G-Wagon, lean go to my kidneys
Bitch, I'm a monster, bitch, I'm a goon
I cannot lose, bitch, I'm a winner
Diamonds, they dancin' on me like the winter
I got the shells, no Master Splinter
I got them bales, with the flick of my heater
Got a cross on my nails, but I won't wanna cross my niggas

[Part II]

Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, gang
(On my gang), woah
On my gang (On my gang)
On my, on my gang (Gang)
(On my gang), woah, on my gang
Yeah (On my gang)

With the gang, I'm a rebel (On my gang)
I made treaties with the devil
Outer space, don't need no shuttle (Bah)
Police scared, don't need no trouble (Haha)
I just down this Hennessy, it got me seein' double (Gang)
Countin' chips, don't let the cookie crumble
We-we keep blicks, got that bag, and now I'll never fumble
Trippie versus the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble (Bah)
Pussy boy got pushed out the whip, I watched 'em roll and tumble (Bitch)
Your bitch kissin' on my dick, look like she blowin' bubbles (Woah)
Yeah, you niggas Autobots, I'ma damn Gundam
Walk around this bitch like I'm they're pops, now they mad I son'ed them (Woah)
Summing up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash
Summing up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (Woo)
Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag
Nigga tryna steal my shine and our jet-packs
And I'm only goin' up from here, like a jet-pack
And your homie, I rolled up in here
It's that good pack (Good shit)

Bitch, gang (Woah)
Woah (On my gang) dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)

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