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Artiste : Trippie Redd
Titre : Who You Are
(Now it´s not magic, but it looks magical)
This ain´t even no lean, it´s cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy

Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo

What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind is goin´ crazy
How you wanna snake me out? You don´t wanna see me make it
Fuck them niggas that be hatin´, I know real Z´s they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse
Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt
Niggas dissin´ V. Roy, that´s really gonna get ´em hurt
We just up in the party, throwin´ bands at a show
Why that nigga talkin´ like he official? Niggas the softest tissue

And them guns that you niggas is postin´, I hope you brought ´em with you
Fuck it, kill all them niggas, I ain´t gonna argue with you
Caught him had his father with him, past you a father, nigga
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you a artist, nigga"
I be movin´ militant, it´s gon´ be real hard to get me
Ain´t seen him a long time, fuck, I´m on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin´ with a bitch, that was on time

They say, "Doodie, you don´t even know who you are now"

Gotta watch how I move now ´cause I´m a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin´ lotta syrp
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc´
Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo´ worth
Slime me out, it won´t work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don´t move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude

Livin´ in his life of sin, All I wanna do is win
Pullin´ up with FNs, aim ´em at your damn lid
What´s up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig

Bitch, you know that I´m the G.O.A.T., stomp ´em out in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci ho´, I´m livin´ rich, not goin´ broke
Pull up in that foreign ho´, slidin´ ´round with Doodie Lo
Lookin´ like a D boy, peanut butter seats, boy
From the block we destroy, R.I.P. V. Roy

They say, "Doodie, you don´t even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move now ´cause I´m a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin´ lotta syrp
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc´

Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo´ worth
Slime me out, it won´t work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don´t move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude
Bitch