Lyrics Trippie Redd – Witchcraft

(I'm shy, oh my God)

Drowned in that water, drowned in my cup
Drowned in that pussy, feelin' in a boat
I've been relentless, this not luck
Chrome in the cut, Fanum in the cut
Low in the cut, I don't pour the four in the cup
I don't know who know what, if they ask I don't know nothin'
Keep your chains, I'ma stay a hundred I like M's, I'ma keeping comin'
All I like a smart bitch, not a dummy
Fu*kin' that bitch like I'm her husband

She suckin' my dick, her face real cummy
I'm on that addreall, now I'm uppy
I'm BIG 14, these bitches love me
I'm fu*kin' this bitch, it's lit as up
This lean in the sky, the niggas could die, up on a five for bitch nigga try
It's lit like a bitch on Cinco de Mayo, [?] I'm king of Ohio
Walk through the trenches with a K in my hand, with your bitch in my back, I got myself
I don't need no one that hold my back, I got this wealth
I don't need no one to buy shit, I like stealth
Only no one but my bitch (Until we melt)

I'm melting, help me

Drowned in that water, drowned in my cup
Drowned in that pussy, feelin' in a boat
I've been relentless, this not luck
Chrome in the cut, Fanum in the cut
Low in the cut, I don't pour the four in the cup
I don't know who know what, if they ask I don't know nothin'
Keep your chains, I'ma stay a hundred I like M's, I'ma keeping comin'
All I like a smart bitch, not a dummy
Fu*kin' that bitch like I'm her husband

Foreing back-to-back, me and Trippie, made an diss behind get the city strange in we livin', we ain't trippin'
Put a switch on [?], he ain't bad
Double cup [?], I'm pick it up, you catch an lean, right?
You the best baddest bitch from L.A. and she ain't been to L.A. yet
I [?] that pussy [?]
[?] spit for a verse, you know what [?]
If she miss her period, she hit the lottery, ho might have a heart attack
I'ma call for the Lord, [?], I would never try a [?]

Drowned in that water, drowned in my cup
Drowned in that pussy, feelin' in a boat
I've been relentless, this not luck
Chrome in the cut, Fanum in the cut
Low in the cut, I don't pour the four in the cup
I don't know who know what, if they ask I don't know nothin'
Keep your chains, I'ma stay a hundred I like M's, I'ma keeping comin'
All I like a smart bitch, not a dummy
Fu*kin' that bitch like I'm her husband

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