Paroles de Trips
AyyTalk all that crazy shit, nigga
14, seen my cousin for a dub by the crib
Plus he showed me how to hit, ain't looked back ever since
17, seen my dawg get four dub off a bend
Ask him what I gotta spin, tryna win, I need in
I need Grants, I need Bens, I need bands, I need M’s
I need foreigns with the tint so you can't see up in my shit
I seen Mani take trips, hit that road, take risks
Brought back two hundred strips and paid off in the end
It was me and Nick Bina, in a two seater
Two Glocks, two mops, nigga don't get cleaned up
You don’t trust me, shit, I don't trust me neither
Shit contagious, if I blow, my niggas blowin' like we sneezin'
Servin' bows to your people, them bows, I get 'em cheaper
Told my dawg grab a couple duffle bags for the re-up
Callin' plays with my feet up, we ain't gotta meet up
Long reach, nigga, I can get you touched, ain’t gotta see you
Long days, long nights, yeah I live the wrong life
Baby wanna fuck with me, show me what that hoein’ like
Yeah I sent that bitch down, show me what her toes like
My stripper bitch love the feeling of being under the strobe lights
Lay it all on the line, I just pray it go right
Kick all for the shit we did, we gon' get more than life
Yeah I always tote a pipe, like a nigga don’t fight Said do it like this, gotta spin it with your wrist
My grandpa so black, my grandma so crisp
Inherited my daddy fro, I was born in this shit
I was born in this shit, not sworn in this bitch
Ask the suckers who they smoked, they ain't score ’round this bitch
I need Grants, I need Bens, I need bands, I need M’s
I need foreigns with the tint so you can't see up in my shit
I seen Mani take trips, hit that road, take risks
Brought back two hundred strips and paid off in the end
It was me and Nick Bina, in a two seater
Two Glocks, two mops, nigga don't get cleaned up
You don’t trust me, shit, I don't trust me neither
Shit contagious, if I blow, my niggas blowin' like we sneezin'
Servin' bows to your people, them bows, I get 'em cheaper
Told my dawg grab a couple duffle bags for the re-up
Callin' plays with my feet up, we ain't gotta meet up
Long reach, nigga, I can get you touched, ain’t gotta see you
Long days, long nights, yeah I live the wrong life
Baby wanna fuck with me, show me what that hoein’ like
Yeah I sent that bitch down, show me what her toes like
My stripper bitch love the feeling of being under the strobe lights
Lay it all on the line, I just pray it go right
Kick all for the shit we did, we gon' get more than life
Yeah I always tote a pipe, like a nigga don’t fight Said do it like this, gotta spin it with your wrist
My grandpa so black, my grandma so crisp
Inherited my daddy fro, I was born in this shit
I was born in this shit, not sworn in this bitch
Ask the suckers who they smoked, they ain't score ’round this bitch
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