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[Lyrics] Internet Money – Blastoff Ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd


[Lyrics] Internet Money – Blastoff Ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]

Internet Money, bitch

Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid

 

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Baby, come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy

Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me

 

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me

Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me

Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me

Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

 

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

I cannot show these bitches no sympathy

Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me

I was just fortunate, got the remedy

Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah

 

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD]

Baby, come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy

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Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

You picked that knife up and you stabbin’ me

Wish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed out

And the way you keep harassin’ me

It’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh

Uh, yeah, time is of the essence

You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend

Devil horns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (Uh)

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We’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (Hey)

Toxic, toxic, toxic

The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’

I should’ve turned away when I found out you were demonic

Let’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughter

Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars

We gon’ run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers

We gon’ give ’em hell and I put that on my mama

Me and Trippie Redd boolin’ back in the Bahamas

 

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Baby, come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy

Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me

 

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me

Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me

Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me

Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese

[Outro: Juice WRLD]

Gang, gang, gang

Probably fuckin’ your mama

Three K on my wrist like André

Servin’ like entrée

Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?

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