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field trips - thalib300 lyrics

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(reezymedia made this)
(all dat, all dat)
(f*ck those motherf*ckers, all dat)

they was tryna skip, don’t trip
we don’ walked them down tryna’ take em off the list b*tch
remember days we was posted up without sh*t
i can’t hold this stick we on field trips

tryna blow him down b*tch, on some real sh*t
loaded kits, ar’s wit them big sticks
i can’t f*ck that b*tch, she held two kids (b*tch* uh)
and they was tryna do this

b*tch where yo’ man at i ain’t tryna deal wit’ him
know she cheated at that party i’m gon’ spill wit’ ya
now she lost b*tch, ima keep it real wit’ ya
nike fits, black gloves, we gon’ deal wit’ ya

now you twiddling yo’ thumbs, he can’t get rest
i know some youngin’s, small as sh*t give them kel*tecs
i know some terrorists who gon’ blow like the emirates (b*tch)
and they was sending shots like they netanyahu

you cannot really come through, i’m finna do what i do
b*tch she don’t want this smoke she don’t want this fire
smoke on yo’ bestie get high
smoke on yo’ bestie get fried
she came wit two other guys i can’t trust her inside
b*tch i’m so certified, i came wit lots of my dawgs and they finna’ try and go slide (b*tch)
they was tryna skip, don’t trip (don’t trip)
we don’ walked them down, tryna’ take em off the list b*tch
remember days we was posted up, without sh*t
i can’t hold this stick, we on field trips (we on field trips)

tryna blow him down b*tch, on some real sh*t
loaded kits, ar’s wit them big sticks
i can’t f*ck that b*tch, she held two kids (uh)
and they was tryna do this

and if you link wit the members, then we gon’ send shots at your best*friend
f*ck with the fobs from the westend
i cannot trust on no hoes cuz they gon’ link up, and they gon’ gon’ and come catch me
this sh*t get messy, i cannot trust her ronaldo
she got like seven of them on the side, and i’m finna’ slide and cause me a problem

i cannot go, i got them syria ties though
i’m finna’ call me a bomber
that b*tch an option to me now
and she on the side like she on the line, get up b*tch and get me some water
like mo*g with prada and lava, b*tch we get on em
(like mo*g with prada and lava, b*tch we get on em)

(yeah)
(like mo*g with prada and lava, b*tch we get on em)
they was tryna skip, don’t trip
we don’ walked them down tryna’ take em off the list b*tch
remember days we was posted up without sh*t
i can’t hold this stick we on field trips

tryna blow him down b*tch, on some real sh*t
loaded kits, ar’s wit them big sticks
i can’t f*ck that b*tch, she held two kids (b*tch)
(f*ck* and they was tryna do this)

(and they was tryna do this)
(prada and lava, b*tch we get on em)
(b*tch we get on em)
omar k’ n*gga
i don’t want to yell it i just wanna’ say it
f*ck omar, f*ck his n*ggas
yea omar k
man f*ck all those motherf*ckers man all dat
f*ck all them b*tches f*ck them p*ssies

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