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trippin' - rayven justice lyrics

[intro]
(dj official)

[verse 1: joe moses]
fly as b.i.g., i’m tryna sound like puff
i introduce with the d*ck and make her fall in love
she love margielas and louis rags, that trippin’ the hoochie have
fell asleep in the gold yard, and woke up in gucci rags
i stunt, i stunt, i tell them hoes i stunt
if she ain’t my main, then she can do what she want
i got that trunk in the front, with the engine that *vroom*
a mate a had her in may, but you don’t see this is june
this little engine that could, that get her goin’ my g
i’m just the n*gga she want, but you ain’t know i’m a g
she just wanted the d, boy flip that
and when she run with a play, can’t get your b*tch back
jm!
[chorus: rayven justic]
n*ggas tripping off a couple hundred
wonder why your b*tch be acting funny
that lil’ fast money, i throw it
you n*ggas better act like you know it
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (oh, woah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (oh, woah)

[verse 2: rayven justice]
your b*tch she chose me (chose me), said she wasn’t a groupie (groupie)
said she wanted to do things (do things), said she wanted to prove things (prove things)
i don’t do the lines, i ain’t waiting
she was on my line when i came in
ain’t no b*tch alive that i can’t get
money on my mind, i ain’t changin’
check your b*tch, she want this life i heard
she want this d*ck i got, she said you broke a lot
oh yeah yeah

[chorus: rayven justice]
n*ggas tripping off a couple hundred
wonder why your b*tch be acting funny
that lil’ fast money, i throw it
you n*ggas better act like you know it
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (oh, woah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b*tch want a n*gga with some money (oh, woah)
[verse 3: firstclass trey]
your b*tch wanna n*gga with some money, yeah
you a lame n*gga and she don’t need that
i don’t play no games, she f*ckin with lames, yeah
get your b*tch and end my day homie
you’s a b*tch and you ain’t got no cheese
i’m that n*gga that you been claiming to be
firstclass trey it ain’t know that it’s me
imma do my d*mn thing, yeah yeah yeah
and i ain’t trippin’ off n0body
and she act like she ain’t got a man
yeah, these b*tches be for everybody, yeah

[outro: rayven justice]
money

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