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Artiste : Trippie Redd
Titre : FENTANYL
(Loesoe goin´ crazy)
Haha, yeah
I got you so fascinated, wow
Yeah (Ayy), hey

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo´ plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, ´cause in the field, I´m a big dog
In the trenches sippin´ Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain´t get it your momma, boy, that´s fentanyl
I been stackin´ green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later´s, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over dishonor
In a Maybach truck, where the seats go´ massage ya (Yeah, yeah)

Get up and get them racks, get up and get them plaques

Get up to feed my cats, get up and get in my bag
I´ma defeat my past, I´m in the Trackhawk racin´ the devil (Yeah, yeah)
I put my foot on the gas, I put my foot on they ass (Yeah, yeah)
My girl a Goddess Shiva, plaques like a Beatle, straight to the point like a needle
Soar in the sky like a seagull, rockin´ EVISU, used to rock ´Merican Eagle
Play with them drums, they lethal, them bullets eat you, preyin´ on you and your people
King of the jungle, bitch, I´m a lion, no dog, you pussy niggas is frogs
Hoppin´ down the damn street, bullets knockin´ out your damn teeth
Knock a fuck nigga out like some Goddamn DMT
I just smoke a damn pound now I´m Goddamn seein´ things

I just poured up some ´Tussin now I´m Goddamn seein´ dreams

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo´ plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, ´cause in the field, I´m a big dog
In the trenches, sippin´ Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain´t get it your momma, boy, that´s fentanyl
I been stackin´ green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later´s, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over dishonor
In a Maybach truck, where the seats go´ massage ya (Yeah, yeah)

Rockin´ Rick Owens (Owens, Loesoe goin´ crazy), I´m on my way to the West to a thot, but I gotta go pick up some Trojans
Balenciaga on top of my body, I remember I couldn´t afford it
My pockets fat like Rasputia but hell nah, nigga, I couldn´t be Norbit
I fill the raw up with some opp pack, then I put it into orbit, yeah
I fill my cup with you mortgage, yeah, I heard that boy gettin´ extorted (Yeah), I need a crib in the forest
Put a M on life insurance (Let´s go), need a Maybach truck and a Urus (Let´s go)
I told that ho she could be mine but she really thought I was serious
I need the bread, need a muhfuckin´ loaf (Yeah), I woke up, flew to New York and I went into Rick and I bought everything inside the store

These niggas all in my comments, they all on my dick and I swear they be doin´ the most
She took a molly and I took a sip of my cup now we floatin´ right off of the floor, fuck it, might as well sip on some more

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo´ plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, ´cause in the field, I´m a big dog
In the trenches, sippin´ Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain´t get it your momma, boy, that´s fentanyl
I been stackin´ green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later´s, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over dishonor
In a Maybach truck, where the seats go´ massage ya (Yeah, yeah)