Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Minute Trips, artist - Azizi Gibson. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last Minute Trips |
| Keep that burp in it to make it natural |
| Sound like my woman in the cut |
| Let me tell you some shit |
| (Holy) |
| You the reason why I can’t drink Casamigos |
| With my amigos, out in TJ with some freak hoes |
| Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos |
| Fuck with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes |
| Hoes out the door, I don’t know but they with me though |
| Long day, long flight, I finna fuck tonight (Horny) |
| Life’s a bitch but I’m rich, so I’m sittin' tight |
| No demise to them guys, I’m just here to glide |
| The game’s weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide |
| Just me and my Gs, collect the fees, if you come short then you might die |
| You see the steez, you smell the breeze, I’m somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais |
| We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap, it’s bye-bye |
| No phone on a beach, I can’t be reached, not this week, I’m on my time |
| We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha |
| We gettin' low on these niggas, ah |
| We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha |
| We gettin' low on these niggas, ah |
| Take this shit to the grave if I can, I’m the reaper fan |
| Best believe I’ma stay where I stand, I ain’t movin' again |
| Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come |
| to this bread |
| Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come |
| to this bread (Holy) |
| Take this shit to the grave if I can, I’m the reaper fan |
| Best believe I’ma stay where I stand, I ain’t movin' again |
| Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come |
| to this bread |
| Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come |
| to this bread |
| Fettucini |
| My bitch a meanie, I’m stampin' it |
| In the evening I’m stabbin' it |
| I see ass and I’m grabbin' it |
| You is you, can’t compare my chick |
| 'Cause you know she bad as shit |
| Now look at you, mad as shit |
| Boy, you better go get a grip |
| I don’t do favors, you ain’t give me no health |
| I’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself |
| Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth |
| I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf |
| I don’t do favors, you ain’t give me health |
| I’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself |
| Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth |
| I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf |
| Liar |
| Holy |