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lirik lagu trippin – young xaeser feat. elyy

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went to the store, bought me some guns (bought me some guns)
opps be f*ckin around my n*ggas gon′ have some fun (have some fun)
the opps think they they run this sh*t

(they don’t) they think they motherf*ckin′ number one
me and elyy boutta catch some motherf*ckin’ bodies
there is some trauma for your motherf*ckin’ mom
if you keep talkin all that sh*t
we gon′ put your bodies in a motherf*ckin′ 6 foot ditch

yo ass trippin, yo ass trippin
yo ass tweakin, yo ass tweakin
yo ass buggin, yo ass tweakin
yeah, buggin
you been motherf*ckin’ buggin

b*b*b*b

yeah roll up to the motherf*ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
all white air force 1s b*tch i′m drippin
and i could never get caught lackin in my streets
lil b*tch i’m crippin
and if he slip up once or twice we up the mac to his dome
54321 b*tch we gone
and i could never trust a hoe who wanna hang up on the phone
talkin bout′
“hol’ on i’ma call you back” but she ain′t gon′ call me back
if you slap a b*tch, then what you call it? a b*tchslap
this sh*t a marathon lil b*tch i’m on my sixth lap
p*ssy n*gga try to play me, i′ma grip that
rocking prada and celine, dior my kicks hoe i can’t flip that
yeah we catchin′ bodies everyday my choppa is a fishtrap

b*tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b*tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf*ckin’ hood sippin′ lipton
i could never get caught lackin′ in my streets lil b*tch i’m crippin′
b*tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b*tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf*ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
i could never get caught lackin’ in my streets lil b*tch i′m crippin′

yeah run up on that b*tch
run up run up on em’
all you n*ggas ain′t no sh*t (ain’t no sh*t) (what?)
p*ssy n*gga suck my d*ck b*tch, b*tch
is you mad i f*cked your b*tch, boy?
is you mad i took your sh*t? (aye)
is you mad i was selling bricks?
now i′m making cash, spin back cause i’m on they ass
racks like to spread out on my place
this sh*t is f*cking gas
elyy yung kaz boutta′ blow that f*cking cash
lay up off the glass i’ma pass the blunt like magic
got a new patek, yeah this sh*t is tragic
i’ma stay up in my dungeon, it′s a f*cking attic
i take pills to give me conscience i′m a f*cking addict
62 b*tch is crackin’ sh*t will make that static

(i said, b*tch why you trippin?)

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