| We cop it off and blast, brag with slang editorial
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| Man they never called you when the loot becomes recordable
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| Audible pro I smash lines into winery
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| Locked in the booth with the neighbors is where you find me
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| Trippin' from days back, but now I’m futuristic
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| 2009 still thrill with linguistics
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| Dwell underneath in the thick of the beat
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| Pick up your feet and wake you from your slumbering sleep
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| Pummel the weak and spit like street sweepers in broad day
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| Spit it the hard way like Cosby on an off day
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| Crazed and throw it together in a better context
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| Always brand new like the cat who ain’t signed yet
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| Rhyme vet, in shape like cardio in the gym
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| Heartless with the pen, regardless who you send
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| Tim, Socks and me, together we team
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| Blowin' off steam, Returners you know the routine
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| Cats wanna front on the name
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| I’mma keep showin' up on the bill so deal with it
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| Heat rocks still kickin' my dude
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that
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| We keep a rappers feet to the flames
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| Packin' with capacity crowds so stay flippin'
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| «No, I’m not playin' with ya»
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| Dude, I’m not trippin', your tunes are not hittin'
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| The Sock spittin', clock chicks gin on the rocks sippin'
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| My Pulp Fiction will knock you out the box limpin'
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| And hot writtens, clown kids like Robot Chicken
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| My clique’s bangin' like chip wagons packed with?
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| We called your blog «Raw Dawg» and crashed the server
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| Enthusiasm curber, we’ll smash your promo
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| Playin' hot potato with your head and catch a murder
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| After I lash out I’m sewing your eyelids
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| Fly shit, burn your retinas and fill up your mind quick
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| I call your chick Dell cause she’s building a virus
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| That’ll cast away your friends like on Gilligan’s Island
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| Look, even your mom loves to see this kid rhyme
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| But when you free I actually see the stink lines
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| I’m three to six times, easily this big time
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| Cause to crush they A game I never need to bring mine
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| We keep a rappers feet to the flames
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| Packin' with capacity crowds so stay flippin'
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| Cats wanna front on the name
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| I’mma keep showin' up on the bill so deal with it
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| Heat rocks still kickin' my dude
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| «I ain’t trippin'»
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| Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that
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| «No, I’m not playin' with ya» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Trippin , by - El Da Sensei. Song from the album The Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп