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[Chorus: Trippie Redd] Run up in your house. haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me woah Shawty baby woah Ice wied open, but you keep [?] closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me woah Wrist look like snow [Verse 1] Adding percs and codeine Own the scene since the team Double cup full of syrup Got me leaning like I'm [?] Got me leaning in your bitch She can pass around like a [?] She go head first in the coke Now face painted like a stain She go kuku off the coco She go ape shit off the bean She gon raid shit off the molly She gon take five for the team She come back for more, like a fiend She gon bag the o full of weed Soon as the hoe [?] Send them back to Cleveland like [?] I rob a nigga like Chyna Take their whole house and they dream Take his whole mouth and the genes Got the rocket launcher with a beam Got the pockett [?] with the beam Got the Cuban link with the gleem [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Run up in your house. haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me woah Shawty baby woah Ice wied open, but you keep [?] closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me woah Wrist look like snow [Verse 2] Run in your house give me everything Close your mouth [?] black tape I don't need no mask on Turn your good day, to a bad day We the niggas they talking about We the niggas they wouldn't see We the brand new squad up (Woo) [?] currency And I'm sipping on a dirty [?] (Damn!) And your baby daddy skirted me And you lying like a mother fucker (What?) If you saying you ain't heard of me (Liar) And I'm killing all you fucking rappers Yeah, that is a first degree None of y'all can murder me Run in your house, this a burglary [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Run up in your house. haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me woah Shawty baby woah Ice wied open, but you keep [?] closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me woah Wrist look like snow
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