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Trippie Redd – Matt Hardy 999 Ft. Juice WRLD (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Shadrow
Aaron Shadrow
Composer
Anton Mendo
Anton Mendo
Composer
Jean Christophe Marie
Jean Christophe Marie
Composer
Magnus August Høiberg
Magnus August Høiberg
Composer
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Composer
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Shadrow
Aaron Shadrow
Producer
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Executive Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Cashmere Cat
Cashmere Cat
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
Outtatown
Outtatown
Producer
Rip
Rip
Producer
Starboy
Starboy
Producer

Lyrics

(Outtatown but we never outta money) aye, you know what I'm saying, Big 14 shit (Star Boy, you're my hero) I just got a million bands today 'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah 'Bout to spend a hundred grand today Lot of blue face hunnids, it's a blue band parade, yeah Huh, grrah, shootin' out the Hummer today I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumpin' today, yeah I'm a bad move, I'ma dump at his face Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah Shoot out the Wraith, stick up I need everything in your safe, nigga, huh I'm with them gravediggers, we gon' dig your grave, nigga, huh Pop molly at the rave, nigga Chains on me, no slave, nigga, huh We been in the cave, nigga We done fucking made niggas, uh Take your chain, nigga What the fuck you claim, nigga? 1400, 800, bitch, I'm talking gang, nigga We not the same, nigga, Big 14 Great Dane, nigga Fuck what you claim, nigga Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang niggas Do that the same day Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang In the streets, I was hustlin' Run up on me, gun bustin' Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 Chainz, uh Uh, get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains, uh Uh, pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain I'm throwin' bands, I'm throwin' hands, and I ain't throwin' shade Jumping out the bat cave, just like Bruce Wayne Kickin' shit like Liu Kang My plug Palupé Big racks on us do things Big blues, no clues, yay Your bitch like to choose, ayy But that's your boo, ain't it? Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, uh On my blick, uh, while I take a shit, uh And a piss, uh, sing to that bitch like Kiss, uh Oh, that's your bitch, huh R. Kelly, I may just piss on her (skrrt) I'm in a 'Rari You make me mad-mad, I may shoot up your party That lil' bitch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley Ask me if I love her, I responded to her "Hardly" Jumping off the top rope on that bitch like Matt Hardy Why the fuck your pussy ass in here? This a gangsta party "What? What? What?" like I'm Playboi Carti Got my robe on in this bitch, it's a Playboy party That bitch hella plastic, that bitch just like a Barbie Playin' games with all these hoes, bitch, just like Atari Kicked up with my feet up, sippin' Hennesy in a Safari With a bunch of white bitches and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly" Viral, iCarly She on the webcam, like Carly That's your girl, I'm sorry She was off the molly Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whippin', I got your aunty on my dope She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks, my dick up in her throat I'm going hard, LOL to the bank, no joke You run up on me, you leaping froggy, you get croaked Uh, huh, you know
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Michael Lamar Ii White, Dez Wright, Ozan Yildirim, Magnus Hoiburg, Anton Martin Mendo, Jasper Lee Harris, Jean Christophe, Aaron Shadwell, Peter Jideonwo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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