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letra de trippin' - quin jaye

hahaha
chea
huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n-gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh

lately my mind in a trance
don’t make me pull up my pants
give you the hands
moving like n—– can dance
i will be d-mned
if one of these n—– can get on my level
floor to the pedal
i’m speaking backwards
spark up a backwood and paper
tell my girl i’ll see you later
send a message to my haters
assalamualaik-m
better respond
maleykosalam
i’m getting funds
i dish to my mom
i’m doing drugs
cuz this s— is fun
i tell my lil’ bro
this not what you want
and that n—- listen because he is smart
i’m still getting f—– up
cuz this s— is still fun
i’m getting old
won’t always be young
so i’m living life
won’t die by the gun
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n-gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh

don’t care what they say
cuz they are not me
some n—– just play
but i came to meet
i came to speak
you came to kick up ya feet
i gotta go
i got an l for the road
already rolled
my n—– they know how i roll
if i come thru know i’m high
trippin’ on the f—— drive
my n-ggas they know how i fly
behind the wheel smoking ly
behind the wheel and i’m trippin’
but this here sunday drive
so don’t you worry bout mine
noseyness is a crime
nosey n—– do the time
know some n—– got fined
while i’m out wine and dine
while i’m rewinding time
fast forward down the line
all within my f—— mind
in my bag catch me crying
spittin’ truths i ain’t lying
my family they know how i’m dying
my n—– they know that i’m trying
every beat that come my way
getting toe tagged
y’all n—– shoulda known that
bouta pop i can’t go back
bottles poppin like a lil wayne throwback
new faces talking bout how we go back
blue faces in the back of the cadillac
snake n—– in the grass hear that rata-tat
that ain’t no hi-hat
i am so high
chillin in socal
all on cloud 9
don’t wait for the fall off
n—- just climb
i’m getting twisted while i grind
mary and lucy influence lines
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n-gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh

young pablo

thought i beat addiction
but look at me i’m still trippin
i think this s— is my livin
(yeah, yeah!)
trippin’ on a psychedelic
so baby please don’t k!ll my high
(yeah, yeah!)
put 6 gs inna stogie
i think it’ll do me just fine
you live in the past
i’m moving too fast
i think that i got yo a– stuck on rewind
n—- this is a vibe, know how we do
seeing lights flash when im on the move
you know its a movie when i link with q
just left mars might slide to the stu
said i broke her heart, must think ima fool
all on cloud 9 ain’t worried bout you
i got my bag and dipped
now a n—- too lit (ugh)
no back and forth its clipped
baby you be on that toxic sh-t
mouth running that obnoxious sh-t
type of vibe that’ll ruin my trip (ruin my trip)
yeah
trippin’ on a psychedelic
trippin’ on a psychedelic
yeah
night was euphoric
doubt that i’ll ever forget it
i lost my mind i’m beheaded
i need divine intervention
praying to god for protection
lucy she give me attention
lucy she give me affection
yeah yeah
trippin’ on a psychedelic
it got me thinking prolific
it got me feeling euphoric
y’all n—– sleep like you snoring
i’m waking up like the morning
if i go out there’s no mourning
i got blues like it’s “moanin’”
bobby and weaving no sew in
bobby and whitney i’m folded
you had the work but you sold it
you had a soul but you sold it
all cuz you wanna be cool
now you is coke head
how is the weather down there
i got the drugs and i share
i run my town like a mayor
i’m running game like a player
this s— is deep it got layers
i’m in la like a laker
i might be sippin’ on makers
why are you shocked like a taser
i do not want your wife
bro you can take her
i keep it real
i ain’t no faker
not talking oakland but i am a raider
not talking office but i got the paper

- quin jaye

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