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letra de trippin - pablo skywalkin

[verse 1]
in the hood with my n-gg- d-lo and he tripping
-ssist them b-tches to the squad call them scotty pippin
5 bands one leg got a n-gg- limping
so many b-tches at my crib think a n-gg- pimping
i’m that guy? h-ll yeah i’m that guy!
smoking okie not r kelly but i touch the sky
go to jail i will never ever ever testify
last time they had a n-gg- jump i hit the lot
it’ll be a holiday today if i die
but we gon’ always get them funds if they ever try
so if a n-gg- die today do not wonder why
i’d rather that n-gg- momma than my momma cry
in the mall groupies see me i can’t even shop
high as h-ll i just laugh like what can i cop
sike i’m playing i’m just thinking like what did i got?
swear to god i will never cuff no f-cking thot

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f-cking b-tches and their friends say a n-gg- trippin’
bought it all out the crib they say a n-gg- trippin’
d-lo got two pistols say that n-gg- trippin’
got giuseppes on my feet and i ain’t even zip em’
hit the club and them strippers i’ma really tip em’
but these b-tches they ain’t scared so i can’t forget em’
and they say a n-gg- trippin’ but i never miss em’
and rip to all my n-gg-s cause i really miss em’

[verse 2]
i threw a band at that b-tch what you trippin’ for?
b-tch you got them red bottoms on my marble floors
three thousand motherf-cker for my front door
two thousand on my bed n-gg- one more
that was three racks
that’s my loud pack
swear to god i want my big homie colt back
all these hoes taking pictures made a kodak
this my time lil n-gg- i hope you know that
lil man grab them bands from that fish tank
can you put that okie out? d-mn that sh-t stank!
i’m a small n-gg- but i keep a big bank
say that i ain’t flexing what the f-ck you think your b-tch think
god d-mn! i just got my louis
b-tch lets take a picture d-mn my life is like a movie
nice crib in the burbs with a jacuzzi
chopper blasting man that b-tch sounding like an uzi
fat -ss b-tch say she got a ghetto booty
oh my god b-tch i’m trippin’ don’t you wanna’ do me?
eating calamari pasta i don’t f-ck with sushi
i won’t even let my n-gg-s eat no roosly doosly
i’m sick of benihanas, vacation bahamas
i think i’m trippin’ cause i might f-ck that n-gg- mamma
long clip and that b-tch look like a f-cking comma
i ain’t dj but my n-gg-s all about the drama

- pablo skywalkin

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