| Yeah, Im trippin, pill got a nigga teeth grittin'
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| Im trippin
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| Like I got a back pack to where a niggaotrippin
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| Niggas got a problem with my dogs
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| And Im trippin till I fall
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| Money is nothing but niggas be talking crazy
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| Crying, whinning when they come out,
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| I wanna slap them like babies
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| Niggas dont want these problems
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| No guitar but Im rockin'
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| The fliest shit, live and shit
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| In success Im baskin' like robins
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| Im so straight as a precious
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| They know like aint no guessin'
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| You know that problem will solve it
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| Fuck all that fucking guessing
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| You need to get on a level, playing the same as the bezel
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| Diamond, diamond, diamond you better get you a shovel
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| You deep, come tell these niggas Im off
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| Already I dont know any nigga thats comin
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| Its raw, no kinda pussy, that cattin off kinda pussy
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| Dont be acting like no bitch, you aint rich
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| I can tell that like a snitch, just a fish
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| In a big ass ocean, a big ass ocean
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| Have your hood dry as a motherfucker, get that lotion
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| And start reving it, nigga I run this shit like the government
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| Swinging all out in public, high as fuck Im loving it
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| Who me?
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| Im trippin, pill got a nigga teeth grittin Im trippin
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| Nigga talk shit, nigga Im trippin
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| Nigga Im tripping, trippin, I’m trippin, I’m trippin, trippin
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| Niggas got a problem with my dogs
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| And Im trippin till I fall
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| Man this dog got a nigga feelings
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| So militant, black on black everything yeah
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| Im blacking up for my niggas
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| Its you and me I aint trippin
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| So Ima just do my thang
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| No phone, but fat boy dougie and green eyes and let it rain
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| Aint no answering, down in catharine
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| and a cathalin and they lappin it, in a two seater
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| First they laughing it, then Im stabbing it, then Im passing it
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| No laminate, like who Nita
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| Not me nor D, L, M, G, L, O, S, O, T, L, G, A, N, G.
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| Throw your air lock, yeah we making statements bro
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| The game ill but naw we don’t take 'em no
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| Cause I’m bout to take some mo, live fast but I fuck 'em slow
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| Fire hot burn like the squad nigga lucky now
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| Lucky though might bust in it if you lucky hoe
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| Lucky hoe, what the fuck am I talking bout
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| Wait a minute
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| Who me?
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| Im trippin, pill got a nigga teeth grind
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| Im trippin
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| Nigga talk shit, nigga Im trippin
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| Like I got a back pack, nigga Im trippin
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| Nigga Im tripping, trippin, I’m trippin, I’m trippin, trippin
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| Niggas got a problem with my dogs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trippin , by - Problem. Song from the album Welcome to Mollywood, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп