Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trip Out (Chopped Not Slopped), artist - Erica BanksDate of issue: 25.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trip Out (Chopped Not Slopped) |
| He say he wanna eat the pussy like a sample |
| Remind him of a model, Ms. Naomi or the Campbell |
| Tell them bitches I’ma lead them by example |
| He got the number quick, but I was nothin' he could handle |
| I make him trip out, nigga love to Crip out |
| Beat the pussy up, I get my purse and then I dip out |
| Eat it, then he flip out, taste it on his mouth |
| I know he like it when I ride on it, bae, I’m from the South, how you like me? |
| Now don’t be playin' with me like I ain’t the hot shit |
| Brag about the pussy when he eat it, I’m the top bitch |
| Pull up on a ho like, «What you on?"nigga, not shit |
| Ain’t tell that bitch I’m better, but she knew that 'cause she not this |
| Ah, he treat the pussy like a letterman |
| Show it off and do it right, you know he gon' take care of it |
| Take me out the country just to fuck him for the hell of it |
| I’m the hottest bitch, it ain’t a secret, ho, it’s evident |
| He gave me all, et cetera |
| I got what he want, I got what a nigga need |
| Dream about the pussy, he gon' eat it on his knees |
| He love to call me over 'cause he love when I’m a tease |
| I’ma put it on him good 'cause he gon' spend it on the team |
| I got what he want, I got what a nigga need |
| Dream about the pussy, he gon' eat it on his knees |
| He love to call me over 'cause he love when I’m a tease |
| I’ma put it on him good 'cause he gon' spend it on the team |
| He wanna see the body naked, tell the nigga send a budget |
| Whispered in his ear, he 'bout to faint, I make him love it |
| He really think I love him, work him out when I be fuckin' |
| And don’t be callin' when I leave 'cause I be busy doin' nothin' |
| I need me a bottle, I need me a shot |
| I need me a nigga with a bag givin' top |
| I need me a dealer, I need me a man |
| I need me a nigga with a couple hundred bands |
| Huh, ayy, like what the fuck, nigga? |
| And don’t be lyin' to your friends, you get cut, nigga |
| And all them bitches who you fuckin' like, «What's up with her?» |
| Ho, mind your business, hit me later, I’ma fuck with ya |
| I got what he want, I got what a nigga need |
| Dream about the pussy, he gon' eat it on his knees |
| He love to call me over 'cause he love when I’m a tease |
| I’ma put it on him good 'cause he gon' spend it on the team |
| I make him trip out, nigga love to Crip out |
| Beat the pussy up, I get my purse and then I dip out |
| Eat it, then he flip out, taste it on his mouth |
| I know he like it when I ride on it, bae, I’m from the South, how you like me? |
| Now don’t be playin' with me like I ain’t the hot shit |
| Brag about the pussy when he eat it, I’m the top bitch |
| Pull up on a ho like, «What you on?"nigga, not shit |
| Ain’t tell that bitch I’m better, but she knew that 'cause she not this |