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letra de trip out - erica banks

[intro]
i got what a n-gga need
(ayy, doe doe, ow)

[verse 1]
he say he wanna eat the p-ssy like a sample
remind him of a model, ms. naomi or the campbell
tell them b-tches i’ma lead them by example
he got the number quick, but i was nothin’ he could handle

[chorus]
i make him trip out, n-gga love to crip out
beat the p-ssy up, i get my purse and then i dip out
eat it, then he flip out, taste it on his mouth
i know he like it when i ride on it, bae, i’m from the south, how you like me?
now don’t be playin’ with me like i ain’t the hot sh-t
brag about the p-ssy when he eat it, i’m the top b-tch
pull up on a ho like, “what you on?” n-gga, not sh-t
ain’t tell that b-tch i’m better, but she knew that ’cause she not this

[verse 2]
ah, he treat the p-ssy like a letterman
show it off and do it right, you know he gon’ take care of it
take me out the country just to f-ck him for the h-ll of it
i’m the hottest b-tch, it ain’t a secret, ho, it’s evident
he gave me all, et cetera
[refrain]
i got what he want, i got what a n-gga need
dream about the p-ssy, he gon’ eat it on his knees
he love to call me over ’cause he love when i’m a tease
i’ma put it on him good ’cause he gon’ spend it on the team
i got what he want, i got what a n-gga need
dream about the p-ssy, he gon’ eat it on his knees
he love to call me over ’cause he love when i’m a tease
i’ma put it on him good ’cause he gon’ spend it on the team

[verse 3]
he wanna see the body naked, tell the n-gga send a budget
whispered in his ear, he ’bout to faint, i make him love it
he really think i love him, work him out when i be f-ckin’
and don’t be callin’ when i leave ’cause i be busy doin’ nothin’
i need me a bottle, i need me a shot
i need me a n-gga with a bag givin’ top
i need me a dealer, i need me a man
i need me a n-gga with a couple hundred bands
huh, ayy, like what the f-ck, n-gga?
and don’t be lyin’ to your friends, you get cut, n-gga
and all them b-tches who you f-ckin’ like, “what’s up with her?”
ho, mind your business, hit me later, i’ma f-ck with ya

[refrain]
i got what he want, i got what a n-gga need
dream about the p-ssy, he gon’ eat it on his knees
he love to call me over ’cause he love when i’m a tease
i’ma put it on him good ’cause he gon’ spend it on the team
[chorus]
i make him trip out, n-gga love to crip out
beat the p-ssy up, i get my purse and then i dip out
eat it, then he flip out, taste it on his mouth
i know he like it when i ride on it, bae, i’m from the south, how you like me?
now don’t be playin’ with me like i ain’t the hot sh-t
brag about the p-ssy when he eat it, i’m the top b-tch
pull up on a ho like, “what you on?” n-gga, not sh-t
ain’t tell that b-tch i’m better, but she knew that ’cause she not this

- erica banks

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