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Trippie Redd & DaBaby – NUN Lyrics

Trippie Redd & DaBaby – NUN Lyrics

[Trippie Redd:]

(Sil on the beat, too)

Uh-uh, uh-uh (Yeah)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’ (Yeah)

Can’t tell me shit

[DaBaby:]

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

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 half a M (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Haven’t known what’s the name

I think it’s a Celine, ah, yeah, she wanna 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 screamin’ now, she 1400

I can show you how to go get some motherfuckin’ money

But first, nigga, you gotta want it

Nigga, I ain’t trippin’ on shit, I ain’t sad, I’m just bluntin’

I’m prolly thinkin’ ’bout havin’ some money

With me, a bad lil’ bitch, long hair, fat ass, and I love it

She prolly thinkin’ ’bout having a hubby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m prolly thinkin’ ’bout having a new bitch letting her hair blow (Go)

Tell her, “Put that in a hairbow” (Go, go, go)

Still selling motherfuckin’ elbows (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put that on the L-O, yeah, these niggas know how I’m rockin’ (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)

[Trippie Redd:]

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’ (Yeah)

Can’t tell me shit

Yeah, goin’ hard (Go, go, go)

Every day, goin’ hard, yeah

I got racks for days (Go), goin’ hard

Grew up in them trenches (Go), you couldn’t tell me nothin’

Yeah, grew up up on that block, boy, I’m mama’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 racin’ 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,, 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 somethin’ (Brah, brah, brah)

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’

Can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me nothin’ (Yeah)

Can’t tell me shit


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