MP3: Trippie Redd – NUN (feat. DaBaby)

MP3: Trippie Redd - NUN (feat. DaBaby)

Trippie Redd – NUN (feat. DaBaby)  MP3 Download

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Sil on the beat, too)
Uh, uh (Yeah), uh-uh, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & DaBaby]
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’ (Yeah)
Can’t tell me shit (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
I done asked you, “What’s your name?”
I done asked you, “What’s your game?” (Yeah, bitch)
Pull up in a whip that cost [?] a M (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Haven’t known what’s the name
I think it’s a [?], ah, yeah, she wan’ be part of my gang
She wanna get with the team
Prolly wanna take pictures with me
Prolly wanna take pictures with Trip (Uh, yeah)
She run out screaming now she 1400
I can show you how to go get some muhfucking money, but first, nigga, you gotta want it
Nigga, I ain’t tripping on shit, I ain’t sad, I’m just bluntin’
I’m prolly thinking ’bout having some money
With me, a bad lil’ bitch, long hair, fat ass, and I love it
She prolly thinking ’bout having a hubby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m prolly thinking ’bout having a new bitch letting her hair blow (Go)
Tell her, “Put that in a hairbow” (Go, go, go), still selling muhfucking elbows (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that on the LO, yeah, these niggas know how I’m rocking (Yeah, bow, bow, bow)
These niggas know how I get (Yeah)
I pull down my shirt whenever I hop out my whip (Woo, woo, woo)
I had to cover my glick (Yeah), I’m tryna bake me a nigga, bake him like a fish (Bow, bow)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’ (Yeah)
Can’t tell me shit

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, going hard (Go, go, go)
Every day, going hard, yeah
I got racks for days (Go), going hard
Grew up in them trenches (Go), you couldn’t tell me nothing, yeah
Grew up on that block, boy, I’m momma’s son (Bah)
Pullin’ up, fleet of trucks like Obama’s son (Bah, yeah)
I’ve been selling out arenas like I’m Donda’s son (Gang)
Told em’ “Make a wish” like I’m Cosmo and Wanda’s son (Ha)
My future bright, my heart dark like it ain’t got the Sun (Ha)
I heard you’re racing to the top, boy, you better run
Niggas know that I’m the shit, boy, you better plunge
They like “Trip, where you get that drip?” Boy, it’s one of one (Shit, shit, bitch)
I heard them pussy niggas thought that I was one and done (Shit, shit)
I’m from 800 where them choppers spray, we run and gun (Bah)
I thought a pussy ass bitch nigga said some’ (Brah, brah, brah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me nun’, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’
Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nun’ (Yeah)
Can’t tell me shit

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