| Trippin
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| Yea maybe I’m trippin ohh
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| Baby you trippin
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| I’m trippin ohh
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| I been trippin over bitches nothing’s different shit’s the same
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| I been trippin over feelings fall in love like erry day
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| I been trippin on a tab of acid I can’t feel my face
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| Trippin over niggas still not knowing what my name is
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| Sippin on the Henny makes a heartbreak seem so painless
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| Simpin on the daily got me rapping on some drake shit
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| Pimpin like a boss my wrist be dripping like a faucet
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| I’m an awesome mothafucka momma told you id be famous
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| Trippin hol up m m got my new shit on the way
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| Bitches trippin whoa whoa never told you you could be my bae
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| Lemme put the tip in, don’t trip its the lust thats winning oh shit cus I’m
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| Trippin on the, tripping over, tripping hol up
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| Tri-Tri
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| Trippin hol up
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| Im bout to kill it hol up
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| Draw pistol like crayola bitch
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| I’ll put you in a coma
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| My art will hang in moma
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| And not just for the moment
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| Cus I’m poppin off like cola
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| I fucked yo bitch like hol up
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| That’s why you trippin
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| Nigga you trippin over
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| Stop trippin
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| Stop trippin over bitches
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| Trippin on a bitch, trippin on a wallet
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| Finna get that money yeah I called it
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| Floating on the beat like magic carpet
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| Fly as fuck cus you know I’m the __ tallest
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| Nigga in the motha fucking tree
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| I don’t give a shit about a buck for free (thats you)
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| Niggas wanna sub I see
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| Nigga my flow so cold it’s freeze (Achoo)
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| Nigga I gotta sneeze
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| I don’t give a shit about you, not you, not you
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| Bitch I’m on to me
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| I’m talking me
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| Hop off of me
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| Hop off my D
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| I’m trippin
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| I’m trippin
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| I’m trippin
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| I’m trippin
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| We’re just wilted flowers
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| Hours will devour
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| Times not in my power
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| Fuck me I lost our love
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| And after some days, some nights, some weeks
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| Keep looking back cus you’re all that I need
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| You just keep acting like you’re over me
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| You’ll break my heart but you won’t let it beat
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| Pour out my art, cut my wrist till they bleed
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| Fuck what I’m saying that’s not what I mean
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| Trippin like ye, ur not B you is D
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| Cus a bitch you indeed and you
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| Trippin
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| Yea baby you trippin ohh
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| Maybe I’m trippin
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| I’m trippin ohh |