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Artiste : Trippie Redd
Titre : MANSION MUSIK
(I´m shy, oh my God)
Ha
Yeah, yeah

Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks, uh

Ridin´ ´round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes
Spent eight mil´ on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat
Bitch, I just got rich, let´s have a goddamn toast
Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it´s just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y´all hoes, still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode, don´t play with me, boy, this shit ain´t for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that´s my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo

Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo
Yeah, she want double trouble, that´s akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django
Sendin´ shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin´ white like some ashy elbows
Shawty, what´s your name? Put you in Chanel, ho
I ain´t even at the beach, but I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes
Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone
My brother in the hole, we can´t talk off the jail phone

With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a nigga´s top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up
What´s up in your head? You want some smoke, some cancer?
Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta
Put them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh
Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
They got pigs at they crib like they in Alabama
Sippin´ 1942 mixed with Tropicana

Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer
I´m on Magnolia, cops puttin´ me in handcuffs

800 gang
1400 (Bah)
Big 14 (Bah), know what the fuck going on (Bah)
Gang (Bah), gang
(I´m shy, oh my God)