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lirik lagu trippin freestyle – roadrunna joe

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[intro]
ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, oh yeah

[verse #1}
i be with my dawg’s like sh*ggy
if you wonder why i act this cuz i ain’t have sh*t
and if i heard that he had it, run in his house and flip the mattress
the sh*t i hear moving n*ggas at dusk
i be cuttin’ up first (****)
pull up in a foreign bet i hit her in the back
i grind so i shine n*gga i was in the trap for it
slam dunkin’ on these n*ggas touchin’ back boards

[verse #2]
make sure my family straight that’s first of all
and if that n*gga ain’t ready then he supposed to fall
everybody swear they real they be doing fake sh*t
if you cross some roadrunnas you gon’ get a fadе yeah
soon as they cut the chеck then imma buy a sp*ceship
and fly around the galaxy i know how they really be
real street n*gga in the trap that’s where i gotta be
catch me lifting weights my n*gga no athlete

[bridge}
did it in my (***) what am i sayin’ b*tch i don’t sleep
took a half of drank finessed the pot and made four keys
sold it for that how to make that profit i’m a jugg king
slow down when you talkin’ (***) you will never jugg me
[chrous]
my bad my bad for trippin’ on you
but i’m addicted to the trap that’s just the sh*t that i do
and all these devils on my back i gotta watch how i move
and stay prayed up i’m so played yeah
god say he got me, runnin’ through brick walls
ain’t a hater that can stop me, a lot of shake and bake
wonder bread ricky bobby
fresh b*tch im poppin’
call yourself a plug but ur dawg’s out here starving
that’s the type of sh*t that turn ur plug to a target
and ur b*tch to a (***) n*ggas been on the constant
i been trippin’ lot lately i just hope i don’t fall
i don’t think they understand how my wrist worked it off

[verse #3}
came a long way and i can’t go back there
made a group of n*ggas eat so i put up a chair
now it’s 20 on my neck and, my house big as sh*t
been trappin’ for 20 years but ain’t living like this aye

[chrous]
so my bad my bad for trippin’ on you
but i’m addicted to the trap that’s just the sh*t that i do
and all these devils on my back i gotta watch how i move
and stay prayed up i’m so played yeah
god say he got me, runnin’ through brick walls
ain’t a hater that can stop me, a lot of shake and bake
wonder bread ricky bobby
fresh b*tch im poppin’
call yourself a plug but ur dawg’s out here starving
that’s the type of sh*t that turn ur plug to a target
and ur b*tch to a (***) n*ggas been on the constant
i been trippin’ lot lately i just hope i don’t fall
i don’t think they understand how my wrist worked it off
[outro]
so my bad my bad for trippin’ on you
so my bad my bad for trippin’ on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
my bad my bad for trippin’ on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
so my bad my bad for trippin’ on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah, trap, d*mn (d*mn, d*mn)
no pad, no ten mother f*cker (roadrunna, roadrunna)
god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn
god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn
god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn
god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn, god d*mn (god d*mn, god d*mn)

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