Mrs. Tonya Trippie Redd
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[Intro]
(Banger)
You said what?
I'm honey blonde today
Honey blonde today?
Blonde, honey blonde, uh-huh, like your hair
Haha, tryna be like me?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
No, no, um, what was I gonna say? Let me see that again, Bubby
See what?
What you had?
I got a blunt
You know what they had, they had-
Oh you talkin' 'bout that different shit?
[Chorus]
That's Nard, what is that?
Yeah, that's that iron, mom (That's that iron, mom)
I said, I gotta keep it close to me (Yeah), these pussy bitches ghosts to' me (Oh)
Tryna take my life, I'm ten toes down, that's how it's supposed to be
Wanna catch me lackin', hunt me down, that shit won't go for me
Know them shooters always stay around and they gon' blow for me
[Verse]
Wе gon' let it go, shawty, we gon let it blow, shawty
Thеy sick of me, they so sorry, got disbelief, they mind foggy
Niggas know we want some fucking red rum, on a different time, shawty
Is you out your motherfuckin' head, dumb? Or you out your fucking mind shawty?
Heard you with the games, I ain't never had the time, shawty
Ain't never had time for the games, I'm on the grind, baby
What is all these drugs without you, baby? Big Redd, but I'm feelin' real blue
Nah, I ain't none of these fuck niggas, I still love my momma more than I love this money (Huh), ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Oh, oh, oh
(Banger)
You said what?
I'm honey blonde today
Honey blonde today?
Blonde, honey blonde, uh-huh, like your hair
Haha, tryna be like me?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
No, no, um, what was I gonna say? Let me see that again, Bubby
See what?
What you had?
I got a blunt
You know what they had, they had-
Oh you talkin' 'bout that different shit?
[Chorus]
That's Nard, what is that?
Yeah, that's that iron, mom (That's that iron, mom)
I said, I gotta keep it close to me (Yeah), these pussy bitches ghosts to' me (Oh)
Tryna take my life, I'm ten toes down, that's how it's supposed to be
Wanna catch me lackin', hunt me down, that shit won't go for me
Know them shooters always stay around and they gon' blow for me
[Verse]
Wе gon' let it go, shawty, we gon let it blow, shawty
Thеy sick of me, they so sorry, got disbelief, they mind foggy
Niggas know we want some fucking red rum, on a different time, shawty
Is you out your motherfuckin' head, dumb? Or you out your fucking mind shawty?
Heard you with the games, I ain't never had the time, shawty
Ain't never had time for the games, I'm on the grind, baby
What is all these drugs without you, baby? Big Redd, but I'm feelin' real blue
Nah, I ain't none of these fuck niggas, I still love my momma more than I love this money (Huh), ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Oh, oh, oh
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