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Internet Money – Blast Off (Lyrics) Ft. Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD



♫ Internet Money – Blast Off Ft. Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD
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• Internet Money •
• https://twitter.com/InternetMoney
• https://www.instagram.com/internetmoneyrecords/
• https://www.facebook.com/internetmoneyrecords/

• Juice WRLD •
• https://soundcloud.com/uiceheidd
• https://twitter.com/JuiceWorlddd
• https://www.instagram.com/juicewrld999/
• https://juicewrld999.com/

• Travis Scott •
• https://twitter.com/trvisXX
• https://www.instagram.com/travisscott/
• https://soundcloud.com/travisscott-2
• https://facebook.com/travisscottlaflame
• https://travisscott.com/

• Vibe Music •
• http://twitter.com/VibeMusicDaily
• http://soundcloud.com/VibeMusicDaily

• Lyrics: Internet Money – Blast Off Ft. Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD

[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]
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]
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
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

(Uh) 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)
We’re a mess and our lives 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

[Chorus/Outro]
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

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