Internet Money, Juice WRLD, Trippie Redd – Blastoff

Internet Money, Juice WRLD, Trippie Redd – Blastoff Lyrics

Artist: Internet Money, Juice WRLD, Trippie Redd
Song: Blastoff

Internet Money, b#tch
Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid
Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Baby, come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy
**** with my shooters, they in the back with me
**** with me baby, come get this bag with me

Been alone for a minute, that sh#t been dragging me
Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me
Tryna get in that p#ss#, baby, that Mac and Cheese
I cannot show these b#tches no sympathy

Or these n#gg#s, they simps and they hella b#tch to me
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
**** that b#tch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy
**** with my shooters, they in the back with me

Uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbin’ me
Wish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed out
And the 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 a reverend
Devil horns on a 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 rottin’
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 choppers
We gon’ give ’em hell and I put that on my mama
Me and Trippie Redd boolin’ back in the Bahamas

Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Baby, come and have a blast with me
Do everything I say like your majesty
**** with the gang and it be a tragedy

**** with my shooters, they in the back with me
**** with me baby, come get this bag with me
Been alone for a minute, that sh#t been dragging me
Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me

Tryna get in that p#ss#, baby, that Mac and Cheese
Outro: Juice WRLD]
Gang, gang, gang
Probably ****in’ your mama

Three K on my wrist like André
Servin’ like entrée
Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
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From the album:
B4 The Storm [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020