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Trippie Redd – KING of the HILLS lyrics

Trippie Redd

KING of the HILLS lyrics

Featuring

Chris King,


Trippie Redd – KING of the HILLS lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the fu*k goin’ on)
Gang (800), ha
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat, baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as wan’ be me, huh (Yeah, wan’ be me)
They won’t win and beat me, huh (Won’t beat me, yeah)
None of this ain’t CC, huh (Yeah, CC)
Holy water, come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)
Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese’s cup
Turn her Reese’s Pieces (Reese’s Pieces), huh, let her su*k my Reese’s Puff (Reese’s Pieces)
Told that b*tch, “Hop up on my D-I-C-K,” (Uh, b*tch)
Let that b*tch know, I don’t P-L-A-Y (Ah)
Took her to the crib and fu*ked that b*tch in my AND1’s (Ah)
I don’t want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don’t trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
ni**as throwin’ blows, pussy b*tch, better land one (Bah)
Talkin’ out your ass, lil’ jit, understand some’ (Haha)
The last ni**a did that sh*t lost his damn life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)

This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh
[Verse 2: Chris King]
(Snot)
I be locked up if the cops do [?], I spin his block like a ballet recital
Bricks [?] off-white [?] with the [?], childish codeine in baby bottles
I’m pushin’ snow like Denver, Colorado, my cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain’t get the message with the semi-auto (You will), I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?] (Blatt)
Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto’, I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows, fu*k him, his mother really should’ve swallowed (Slatt)
We gon’ do ’em sicker than a snot nose, [?] rolls [?] condos
[?] drug money, it ain’t a bongo, shoutout to the jungles, that ain’t the Congo
Make a goofy skate, ni**a, mongo, got a Asian freak, bring [?]
I can’t kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah), turn a famous ni**as to a John Doe
I whip up this brick old as a dino’, sword torch beef like a gyro
Independent, ni**a, what you sign for? Hittin’ the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh

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Chris King – KING of the HILLS lyrics

Chris King

KING of the HILLS lyrics

Featuring

Trippie Redd,


Chris King – KING of the HILLS lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the fu*k goin’ on)
Gang (800), ha
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat, baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as wan’ be me, huh (Yeah, wan’ be me)
They won’t win and beat me, huh (Won’t beat me, yeah)
None of this ain’t CC, huh (Yeah, CC)
Holy water, come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)
Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese’s cup
Turn her Reese’s Pieces (Reese’s Pieces), huh, let her su*k my Reese’s Puff (Reese’s Pieces)
Told that b*tch, “Hop up on my D-I-C-K,” (Uh, b*tch)
Let that b*tch know, I don’t P-L-A-Y (Ah)
Took her to the crib and fu*ked that b*tch in my AND1’s (Ah)
I don’t want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don’t trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
ni**as throwin’ blows, pussy b*tch, better land one (Bah)
Talkin’ out your ass, lil’ jit, understand some’ (Haha)
The last ni**a did that sh*t lost his damn life
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)

This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh
[Verse 2: Chris King]
(Snot)
I be locked up if the cops do [?], I spin his block like a ballet recital
Bricks [?] off-white [?] with the [?], childish codeine in baby bottles
I’m pushin’ snow like Denver, Colorado, my cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain’t get the message with the semi-auto (You will), I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?] (Blatt)
Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto’, I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows, fu*k him, his mother really should’ve swallowed (Slatt)
We gon’ do ’em sicker than a snot nose, [?] rolls [?] condos
[?] drug money, it ain’t a bongo, shoutout to the jungles, that ain’t the Congo
Make a goofy skate, ni**a, mongo, got a Asian freak, bring [?]
I can’t kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah), turn a famous ni**as to a John Doe
I whip up this brick old as a dino’, sword torch beef like a gyro
Independent, ni**a, what you sign for? Hittin’ the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
And you know I’m the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that b*tch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ b*tch, I’m not tryna feel, huh

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Quavo – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Quavo

Million $ Rings** lyrics

Featuring

Trippie Redd,

Chris King,


Quavo – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro: Quavo]
(Durel made the beat, I’ma run with it)
Oh, oh (Soo)
Oh (Uh), oh
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
…
[?] that sh*t and I kick it like Kato, she want the ski but we not in the yayo
Paper [?] cream and it’s stickin’ like Play-Doh
Extortin’ the block, you ain’t gang, gotta pay, though
Ownin’ the hood like we workin’ at Mako
She fell in love with the wood on the draco (Draco), got the glove with the mask, now the case closed (Case closed)
Outside, runnin’ with the gang, know we got ’em iced out, bust down plains
Nawf side ni**a with the stain (Nawf), turn to the plug then I re-rocked a lame
[?] dance with that pack in the rain, buy a new coupe, give the whip a new name
Takin’ the streets and we make a new lane, draggin’ on the X, we pop a Liu Kang
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
‘Bouta swerve on the lean, girl, I’m cruisin’ [?], me and my shooter, we close, we communicate

Get the bank, like that’s what I’ma do today, these diamonds heavy, my ni**a, you cruiser weight (Light)
Take a foreign, [?] screw the [?], she get on knees, [?] on God and don’t lose your faith (Yeah)
I be fresh like my first day of school today, and the wrist is on dummy, [?] today
Everything on go, money don’t stop, earlobes heavy ’cause I got ice blocks
I’ma hit the bullseye, I got a nice shot, smokin’ somethin’ potent [?] eyes pop
Don’t you run up on me, I’ma shoot it out, got a brick inside the pantry, got a brick inside the couch
I got a brick up in the mattress, got brick up in my mouth
I got a brick up on my wrist, I sell a brick right now (Blatt)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, b*tch gettin’ high off a whippet (Yeah, ah), in a new ride, I whip it (Yeah, ah)
We pop outside and it’s crickets (Yeah), we made ni**as…
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)

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Trippie Redd – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Trippie Redd

Million $ Rings** lyrics

Featuring

Quavo,

Chris King,


Trippie Redd – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro: Quavo]
(Durel made the beat, I’ma run with it)
Oh, oh (Soo)
Oh (Uh), oh
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
…
[?] that sh*t and I kick it like Kato, she want the ski but we not in the yayo
Paper [?] cream and it’s stickin’ like Play-Doh
Extortin’ the block, you ain’t gang, gotta pay, though
Ownin’ the hood like we workin’ at Mako
She fell in love with the wood on the draco (Draco), got the glove with the mask, now the case closed (Case closed)
Outside, runnin’ with the gang, know we got ’em iced out, bust down plains
Nawf side ni**a with the stain (Nawf), turn to the plug then I re-rocked a lame
[?] dance with that pack in the rain, buy a new coupe, give the whip a new name
Takin’ the streets and we make a new lane, draggin’ on the X, we pop a Liu Kang
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
‘Bouta swerve on the lean, girl, I’m cruisin’ [?], me and my shooter, we close, we communicate

Get the bank, like that’s what I’ma do today, these diamonds heavy, my ni**a, you cruiser weight (Light)
Take a foreign, [?] screw the [?], she get on knees, [?] on God and don’t lose your faith (Yeah)
I be fresh like my first day of school today, and the wrist is on dummy, [?] today
Everything on go, money don’t stop, earlobes heavy ’cause I got ice blocks
I’ma hit the bullseye, I got a nice shot, smokin’ somethin’ potent [?] eyes pop
Don’t you run up on me, I’ma shoot it out, got a brick inside the pantry, got a brick inside the couch
I got a brick up in the mattress, got brick up in my mouth
I got a brick up on my wrist, I sell a brick right now (Blatt)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, b*tch gettin’ high off a whippet (Yeah, ah), in a new ride, I whip it (Yeah, ah)
We pop outside and it’s crickets (Yeah), we made ni**as…
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)

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Chris King – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Chris King

Million $ Rings** lyrics

Featuring

Trippie Redd,

Quavo,


Chris King – Million $ Rings** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro: Quavo]
(Durel made the beat, I’ma run with it)
Oh, oh (Soo)
Oh (Uh), oh
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
…
[?] that sh*t and I kick it like Kato, she want the ski but we not in the yayo
Paper [?] cream and it’s stickin’ like Play-Doh
Extortin’ the block, you ain’t gang, gotta pay, though
Ownin’ the hood like we workin’ at Mako
She fell in love with the wood on the draco (Draco), got the glove with the mask, now the case closed (Case closed)
Outside, runnin’ with the gang, know we got ’em iced out, bust down plains
Nawf side ni**a with the stain (Nawf), turn to the plug then I re-rocked a lame
[?] dance with that pack in the rain, buy a new coupe, give the whip a new name
Takin’ the streets and we make a new lane, draggin’ on the X, we pop a Liu Kang
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
‘Bouta swerve on the lean, girl, I’m cruisin’ [?], me and my shooter, we close, we communicate

Get the bank, like that’s what I’ma do today, these diamonds heavy, my ni**a, you cruiser weight (Light)
Take a foreign, [?] screw the [?], she get on knees, [?] on God and don’t lose your faith (Yeah)
I be fresh like my first day of school today, and the wrist is on dummy, [?] today
Everything on go, money don’t stop, earlobes heavy ’cause I got ice blocks
I’ma hit the bullseye, I got a nice shot, smokin’ somethin’ potent [?] eyes pop
Don’t you run up on me, I’ma shoot it out, got a brick inside the pantry, got a brick inside the couch
I got a brick up in the mattress, got brick up in my mouth
I got a brick up on my wrist, I sell a brick right now (Blatt)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, b*tch gettin’ high off a whippet (Yeah, ah), in a new ride, I whip it (Yeah, ah)
We pop outside and it’s crickets (Yeah), we made ni**as…
[Chorus: Quavo]
Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash)
Mini chopstick gon’ hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah)
Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain’t pressed ’bout a b*tch (I ain’t pressed, ah, yeah)
Trappin’ in a Hermès fit (Trappin’), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)

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Trippie Redd – Peta (Ghost) lyrics

Trippie Redd

Peta (Ghost) lyrics

Featuring

Chris King,


Trippie Redd – Peta (Ghost) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Why the fu*k you hesitant? (Yeah)
Yeah, gang (Woo)
(Phew, phew)
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Abuse the b*tch ni**as (Woo)
Abuse the b*tch ni**as (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fu*k up, hold the fu*k up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, ni**as hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
There ain’t no feds ain’t swinging my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She gon’ smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah, ‘mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah, ‘mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris King]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast (Snot, hah)
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Pullin’ out choppers, burnin’ up dope
Beatin’ her box, dick in her throat
Got this brick off the dock, it was straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
We still pickin’ locks, you doin’ it wrong
We kickin’ in doors, like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off the top of his dome (Blatt)
I grip the chrome, ni**a, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this brick as old as a dinosaur (Old)
And this chopper loud as an Aventador (Hah)
I’m with the bullsh*t something like a matador
Empty the full clips ’til the opposition headed off (Blatt)
Bad b*tches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain’t brag at all (Nah)
You feeling giant, then I make your bodybag tall
My ni**as slide in minivans or a damn foreign (Slide)
I get too high and I ain’t scared of the damn fall
We slanging iron, we ain’t fu*kin’ with the damn laws
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast

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Chris King – Peta (Ghost) lyrics

Chris King

Peta (Ghost) lyrics

Featuring

Trippie Redd,


Chris King – Peta (Ghost) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Why the fu*k you hesitant? (Yeah)
Yeah, gang (Woo)
(Phew, phew)
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Abuse the b*tch ni**as (Woo)
Abuse the b*tch ni**as (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fu*k up, hold the fu*k up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, ni**as hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
There ain’t no feds ain’t swinging my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She gon’ smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah, ‘mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah, ‘mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris King]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast (Snot, hah)
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Pullin’ out choppers, burnin’ up dope
Beatin’ her box, dick in her throat
Got this brick off the dock, it was straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
We still pickin’ locks, you doin’ it wrong
We kickin’ in doors, like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off the top of his dome (Blatt)
I grip the chrome, ni**a, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this brick as old as a dinosaur (Old)
And this chopper loud as an Aventador (Hah)
I’m with the bullsh*t something like a matador
Empty the full clips ’til the opposition headed off (Blatt)
Bad b*tches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain’t brag at all (Nah)
You feeling giant, then I make your bodybag tall
My ni**as slide in minivans or a damn foreign (Slide)
I get too high and I ain’t scared of the damn fall
We slanging iron, we ain’t fu*kin’ with the damn laws
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain’t playin’ with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Pour a motherfu*kin’ four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast

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ITZY – WANNABE -Japanese ver.- lyrics

ITZY

WANNABE -Japanese ver.- lyrics


ITZY – WANNABE -Japanese ver.- lyrics

[イッチ「WANNABE -Japanese Ver.-」歌詞]
[Verse 1: Ryujin, Yeji]
小言 stop it 放っておいて
私のこと私で決めていくの
I do what I wanna
平凡で何が悪い 私の人生
私のものなんだから
[Pre-Chorus: Yuna, Chaeryeong]
I’m so bad, bad いっそ自己中ね
いい子のフリして 傷つくよりはマシよ
I’m just on my way 干渉 no, no way
言っちゃうかもね 「大きなお世話」って
[Chorus: Yeji, Yuna, Lia, Chaeryeong]
誰か何と言おうとも
私らしくいたいの
I wanna be me, me, me
誰かになる必要ないよ
ありのままでいいの
I wanna be me, me, me
[Refrain: Yeji, Chaeryeong, Lia, Yuna]
I don’t wanna be somebody
Just wanna be me, be me
I wanna be me, me, me
I don’t wanna be somebody
Just wanna be me, be me
I wanna be me, me, me
[Verse 2: Ryujin, Chaeryeong, Lia]
(Action)
Errbody, errbody, errbody teachin’ me (All eyes on me)
あーだこーだ みんなウルサイ (Don’t touch me)
Ah yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
やるべきこと I know it
I’ma do my thang, just do your thang

‘Cause I’m thе one and only
[Verse 3: Yeji, Yuna, Lia]
噂好きのおせっかいだらけ (La-la-la)
人の人生興味持って暇だね (La-la-la)
てか悪いけど 放っておいてくれます?
It’s none of your business
I do my own businеss
[Chorus: Yeji, Chaeryeong, Lia, Yuna]
誰か何と言おうとも
私らしくいたいの
I wanna be me, me, me
誰かになる必要ないよ
ありのままでいいの
I wanna be me, me, me
[Bridge: Ryujin, Yeji]
Hey! Hey!
No matter if you love me or hate me
Hey! Hey!
I wanna be me, one and only me
If you feel me, turn this beat up! (Hey! Hey!)
I wanna be me, me, me
[Chorus: Yeji, Yuna, Lia, Chaeryeong]
誰か何と言おうとも
私らしくいたいの
I wanna be me, me, me
誰かになる必要ないよ
ありのままでいいの
I wanna be me, me, me
[Refrain: Lia, Yuna, Yeji, Ryujin]
I don’t wanna be somebody
Just wanna be me, be me
I wanna be me, me, me
I don’t wanna be somebody
Just wanna be me, be me
I wanna be me, me, me

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The court arrested the ex-head of the Saratov prison hospital

A court in Saratov arrested the former head of the regional tuberculosis hospital No. 1 of the Federal Penitentiary Service Pavel Gatsenko, accused of organizing sexual violence.

He will be in custody for two months, until January 25, inclusive, RIA Novosti reports.

Gatsenko and the former head of the OTB-1 security department, Sergei Maltsev, are accused of organizing sexual assault committed by a group of people. They face up to 10 years in prison.

Earlier, a video appeared on the Internet showing sexual violence and torture of convicts in Saratov OTB-1.

After that, 18 employees of the regional FSIN were fired. five criminal cases were initiated.

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Light precipitation and up to three degrees Celsius are expected in Moscow on Saturday

Cloudy weather and light precipitation are predicted in the & nbsp; Russian capital on Saturday, November 27, the official & nbsp; website of the & nbsp; Hydrometeorological Center of the Russian Federation.

“ Rain, sleet. In places ice '' – it is noted & nbsp; in the message.

During the day, the air temperature in the city will be from one to three degrees Celsius. Atmospheric pressure & ndash; 740 millimeters & nbsp; mercury column. & Nbsp;

South wind at a speed of & nbsp; from five to ten meters per second. & Nbsp; In some places its gusts can reach 15 meters per second.

At night on cloudiness, rain and sleet are also expected in Moscow on Sunday. Ice covered in places. Thermometer columns will drop to zero degrees.

South wind at a speed of & nbsp; from five to ten meters per second. & Nbsp; Atmospheric pressure will be 735 millimeters of mercury.

Earlier & nbsp; forecaster Alexander Shuvalov said that & nbsp; the warm front from the Eastern Mediterranean will retreat from the capital region on November 30, and a mild and snowy winter will come to Moscow on December 1.

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WSJ learns about US discussion of exercise restrictions in Europe over Russia

The US is discussing options for solutions in case Russia starts military action against Ukraine, the WSJ learned. On the eve, Zelensky said that Moscow was involved in the planned coup d'etat in the country. The Kremlin rejected these accusations

The administration of US President Joe Biden discussed various solutions in case Russia takes military action against Ukraine, The Wall Street Journal reported, citing senior American officials.

According to the newspaper, the US is considering two possible solutions.

In the first case, the Biden administration will help strengthen Ukraine's defense capabilities, including increasing the supply of military equipment, in particular anti-aircraft systems. This option also provides for tougher sanctions against Russia.

Another possible option involves “ reducing the risk of confrontation with Moscow, '' including by limiting the number of US military exercises in Europe. These exercises continue to provoke criticism from Russia, writes WSJ. With this option, the United States will also suspend the program of military assistance to Ukraine.

On the eve of November 26, Assistant Secretary of State for European and Eurasian Affairs Karen Donfried said that the United States is extremely concerned about “ large-scale and atypical '' movements of Russian troops near the Ukrainian border. According to her, at the meeting of NATO foreign ministers, the American side plans to discuss possible joint steps to reduce tensions. Donfried noted that there is a “ toolbox for this that includes a wide range of possibilities. ''

Since early November, Western media outlets, including The Washington Post and Politico, citing sources and satellite images, began reporting that Russia was building up troops near the border with Ukraine. In connection with possible activity at the turn, the United States warned its European partners about the threat of an “ invasion '' Russia to Ukraine, Bloomberg reported.

Kiev initially reported that it had not seen any Russian activity near the border, but later confirmed that it had received information about the build-up of Russian forces from its Western partners. After that, the Ukrainian authorities suspected Moscow of preparing an attack. In addition, the day before, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky said that Moscow was allegedly involved in the discussion of the planned coup d'etat in the country.

The Kremlin denied these accusations. “ Russia never does such things at all, '' & mdash; said the presidential press secretary Dmitry Peskov. The Russian authorities have also repeatedly stated that the country has no plans to “ attack '' anyone, and the movement of troops across its territory was called an internal affair.

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