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letra de trippin - casey veggies

[chorus: kaidontrap]
make the move and i’m gon’ gun you down
went to mama house and found a fifty round, i’m drumming now
[?] is real long, i walk in, smell like a hunnid pounds
old n-gga just turned thirty, he probably get money now
come on, bro, you trippin’
orange got me trippin’
got this bad yellow [?], she tryna get [?] off [?]

[verse 1: grand manner]
she just tryna kick it
exotic b-tch, what you mix with?
all that flavor, yeah
blessed with [?], yeah
[?] versus [?], yeah, this sh-t is classy
catch me out in traffic
get stretched like elastic
if you trippin’, n-gga
you know sh-t get drastic
like we some mechanics, we all pull up with them tools, fool
just be cool
[chorus: kaidontrap & casey veggies]
make the move and i’m gon’ gun you down
went to mama house and found a fifty round, i’m drumming now
[?] is real long, i walk in, smell like a hunnid pounds
old n-gga just turned thirty, he probably get money now (now)
come on, bro, you trippin’ (huh)
orange got me trippin’ (yeah)
got this bad yellow [?], she tryna get [?] off [?] ([?] off [?])

[verse 2: casey veggies]
yeah, huh
what they do that there?
trickin’ on that ho, you spent your last up on that louis bag
came straight from the west, you talkin’ gang sh-t
i ain’t new to that
fell out with my brodie, i just had to get my shooter back
countin’ all these dollars, i been c-cky, she gon’ do the math
when we pullin’ up, swear all the bad ho’s be like “who is that?”
when i was down bad and had no bag, tell me where you was at
i can’t go, i said the car so fast, i had to do the dash
you a grown ass man, just now tryna get some money
n-gga, you the man
got her goin’ [?], n-gga, we can make a movie there
i can tell n-ggas tryna plot
f-ck what they doin’, i’m poppin’
a n-gga got a mil’ in diamonds
[?] got a b-tch at the spot
i was in the maybach reclinin’
yeah, me and nip at the top of the top
think you good, but the n-ggas gon’ find you
out here tryna being something you’re not
[verse 3: freddy solitary]
they ain’t playin’ round
[?] gunnin’ down
pull up to your town
pull up wit—
uh, yeah, pull up with the [?] in the trunk, [?] sh-t
yeah, uh, yeah
drip, drive on my [?] sh-t
yeah, uh
flex on a b-tch, uh, yeah
rockin’ them [?], oh, yeah
my shooter don’t miss, ooh, yeah
we [?], yeah, oh
that n-gga mad, because i f-cked on his b-tch
223’s in a clip, oh, we put that boy in a ditch

- casey veggies

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