| You trippin
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| You trippin
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| You trippin
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| Yaw
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| Yaw
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| Cali in this bitch, you should know boy (you should know boy)
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| If you be on that hating, you should go boy (you should go boy)
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| 20 grams smoking, that’s a dope boy (that's a dope boy)
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| World going stupid, where the hope boy (where the hope boy)
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| 20 records out, where the lyrics homie yah
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| Where the Locksmiths, where the Kendricks homie where they at
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| No love for the craft, you just business homie yeah
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| You a dum kid, far from the realest homie
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| I spit the illest only but I still let em brag
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| Th only reason he bragging
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| Is only cause h fucking mad
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| All his music, feed it to the crab
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| You a waste of my time, dum boy, enough sad
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| Get bread (get bread), that’s the only thing on your mind
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| For once let me trip, ya been tripping all the time
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| Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam shimmy yay (yay)
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| Gimme the mic, I got something to say (come on)
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a G
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| I don’t play that
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| I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)
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| You tripping
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| Hit by the snare
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| Fell from the chair
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| Middle finger in the air
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a boss
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| Saying you real
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| Yeah we know them fingers crossed
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| You tripping
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| Running with the gang
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| Telling everybody how to fucking be a man
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| You tripping
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| Hundred fucking hits on my laptop (on my laptop)
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| I don’t need your shit, no pep talk (no Pep talk)
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| I be walking like I’m on the catwalk (on the catwalk)
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| Say it to your face, fuck that back talk (fuck that back talk)
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| Always coming through with that old school (old school)
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| I be in the stu cooking soul food (soul food)
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| What you gone say, what you gone do (what you gone do)
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| I‘m a not stop, thought I told you (thought I told you)
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| Looking in my mirrors, check my blindspot (yeah)
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| Only pull through when the time’s hot (oh yeah)
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| I be doing work like nonstop (nonstop)
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| You still selling stuff at the pawn shop (yah)
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| Sucker gotta get another purpose
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| Clowns all around, trapped in a fucking circus
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| Live for this shit, motherfucker I deserve this
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| You kill for this shit like thirsty bloody murders
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a G
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| I don’t play that
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| I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)
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| You tripping
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| Hit by the snare
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| Fell from the chair
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| Middle finger in the air
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a boss
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| Saying you real
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| Yeah we know them fingers crossed
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| You tripping
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| Running with the gang
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| Telling everybody how to fucking be a man
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| You tripping
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| Look in the eye of the barrel
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| I been working out here, sucker give me my medal (yeah)
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| The throne with respect, nothing less I’ll settle
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| On my Wiz Khalifa, I be on my level, ya
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| Smell the aroma when we kick it on the corner
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| Bumping, playing Daytona, fucking stuck in the moment
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| This is a warning for any corny getting it going
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| See you next morning, chase you till you cornered
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| Murder every opponent who think he own it
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| I’m the shit and you gone know it, take a listen how I flow it
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| Writing rhymes like a poet, ya
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| Slay beats like I’m Dave East
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| I’m going crazy on these suckers
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| Ya gone have to save me or just pay me
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| Either one of em is fine
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| I’m a spit that verse till the mike full of slim
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| Yach, King Push on them pussies
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| Standing by the edge, motherfucker come and push me
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a G
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| I don’t play that
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| I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)
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| You tripping
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| Hit by the snare
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| Fell from the chair
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| Middle finger in the air
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| You tripping
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| Acting like a boss
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| Saying you real
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| Yeah we know them fingers crossed
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| You tripping
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| Running with the gang
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| Telling everybody how to fucking be a man
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| You tripping |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tripping , by - Ryan Cali. Song from the album Back To The Basics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп