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8oo ca$h & trippie redd – johnny cage 8888 testo

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[intro: trippie redd]
hey, guys
smoke a wood, in the woods, on some wood, b+tch (ugh)
man, i wish a n+gga would, b+tch (that sh+t caca, nasty, b+tch)
you know, um, big 14
ayy, ayy (haha), ayy

[chorus: trippie redd]
i let my chain sw+ng (yeah), and my gun bang (bah)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? ugh (ugh)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? ugh (n+gga, ugh)
i keep a choppa on me, b+tch, n+gga, ugh (ugh), ayy, ayy

[post+chorus]
bang on the gang (gang), f+ck n+gga sayin’ (bang)
f+ck n+gga, get up out my motherf+ckin’ way (out my way)
boolin’ in the trenches with a motherf+ckin’ k (i got a motherf+ckin’ k)
800, we ain’t playin’ no motherf+ckin’ games

[verse 1: trippie redd]
you talkin’ sh+t, but you cannot see (you cannot see)
you talkin’ sh+t, but you so p+ssy (so p+ssy, haha)
you talkin’ sh+t, but you ain’t got this physique (physique, yeah)
you talkin’ sh+t, but you don’t mean sh+t to me
you can be history
i got the chopsticks, pull up on a p+ssy block quick (gang)
he on opp sh+t, pull up with the choppa, pop sh+t (haha, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n+gga, drop sh+t, you can get f+ckin’ drop+kicked (drop+kicked, drop, drop)
like i’m liu kang or muhf+ckin’ bruce wayne
johnny cage (mortal kombat that ass), johnny cage, uh (yeah, yeah)
i just got my t++th from johnny dang (woo, johnny dang)
yeah, my life is a movie, got it made (woo, i got it made)
f+ck that, my life over yours anyway (anyway)
[chorus: trippie redd]
i let my chain sw+ng (chain sw+ng, haha), and my gun bang (bah, bang, bang, bang)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? ugh (ugh)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? (ew), ugh (n+gga, ugh)
i wish a, i wish a b+tch n+gga would (i wish he would)

[verse 2: 8oo ca$h]
slatt
in the past, see your misery (gone)
gold on my neck like i’m mr. t (gold)
hunt his ass down, it be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
these n+ggas funny, they tickle me (tickle me)
pull out that k then remember me (doo+doo+doo)
survivin’ the jungle ’cause i’m a beast (i’m a beast)
opps, they talkin’ no more ’cause they got deceased (dead)
f+ck n+gga, what you mean? (mean)
gang just pulled up with a beam (beam)
playin’ like it’s 2015 (2015)
had to walk ’round with that heat (walk with that heat)
i pull up on shawty, she gushin’
she beg me to cuff it, but shawty my buddy (shawty my buddy)
i know she unloyal, that b+tch is a runner
i heard she was f+ckin’ my cousin
f+ck n+ggas talk, we up it (we up it)
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t on nothin’ (nothin’)
ca$h in the blitz, they rushin’ (they gone)
n+ggas ain’t with the gang, then f+ck ’em (f+ck ’em)
uh, knew i dropped his ass when i heard him say, “ugh”
boolin’ in the trenches, mini+draco, that’s that baby wood
wish he would, smoke you like a wood
we gon’ blow your back, b+tch, i’m good
i be in the hood, and that’s really facts
i’m a jug, get that understood
go broke, i’m sellin’ crack
in the trenches, junkies walkin’ ’round
that sh+t look like iraq (like iraq), huh, huh, huh
anti+f+ck n+gga, i can’t talk to you (i can’t talk to you)
stand up on they chest, or they gon’ walk on you, huh
foenem playin’ brazy, must be off the boof, huh
outline his ass through the roof
[chorus: trippie redd]
i let my chain sw+ng (yeah), and my gun bang (bah)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? ugh (ugh)
n+gga, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? ugh (n+gga, ugh)
i keep a choppa on me, b+tch, n+gga, ugh (ugh), ayy, ayy

[post+chorus]
bang on the gang (gang), f+ck n+gga sayin’ (bang)
f+ck n+gga, get up out my motherf+ckin’ way (out my way)
boolin’ in the trenches with a motherf+ckin’ k (i got a motherf+ckin’ k)
800, we ain’t playin’ no motherf+ckin’ games

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