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Trippie Redd – Missing My Idols Lyrics

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Trippie Redd – Missing My Idols Lyrics

Missing My Idols by 

[Verse 1]
Take a vivid picture, no photo
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucka free living, I’ma say that that’s the motto
So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I’m no hoe bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my f—–g dough hoe
Always on the f—–g go-go, you a b—h like Tony Romo
N—-s came around now they extinct like Dodo’s
Meanwhile I’m in New York f—–g up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took to the tele now lil’ baby going loco
She just give me face, ain’t no f—–g that’s a no-no
And she going 30 early dirty no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I’m screaming f–k 12, all these fowl a-s po-po

[Hook/Chorus]
Nowadays I really miss my f—–g idols, so that’s the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this s–t to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a b—h while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm

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[Verse 2]
See I can’t ignore it
And you n—-s don’t see it’s in your brain you’re snoring
And you sleep on me until you can’t no more
And don’t fake on me and try to play the boy
I don’t know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intention’s something ugly
Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying f–k me
Or why I feel like the opposition gon’ buss me
If I gave you my heart would you still love me
Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me
Is it just me, yeah

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[Hook/Chorus]
Nowadays I really miss my f—–g idols, so that’s the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this s–t to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a b—h while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm

SONG INFO

Produced By: OZ

Interpolates: Tim Westwood Freestyle (Family Feud) by Trippie Redd
Released: August 10, 2018

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