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letra de trippin - young xaeser feat. elyy

went to the store, bought me some guns (bought me some guns)
opps be f-ckin around my n-ggas gon′ have some fun (have some fun)
the opps think they they run this sh-t

(they don’t) they think they motherf-ckin′ number one
me and elyy boutta catch some motherf-ckin’ bodies
there is some trauma for your motherf-ckin’ mom
if you keep talkin all that sh-t
we gon′ put your bodies in a motherf-ckin′ 6 foot ditch

yo ass trippin, yo ass trippin
yo ass tweakin, yo ass tweakin
yo ass buggin, yo ass tweakin
yeah, buggin
you been motherf-ckin’ buggin

b-b-b-b

yeah roll up to the motherf-ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
all white air force 1s b-tch i′m drippin
and i could never get caught lackin in my streets
lil b-tch i’m crippin
and if he slip up once or twice we up the mac to his dome
54321 b-tch we gone
and i could never trust a hoe who wanna hang up on the phone
talkin bout′
“hol’ on i’ma call you back” but she ain′t gon′ call me back
if you slap a b-tch, then what you call it? a b-tchslap
this sh-t a marathon lil b-tch i’m on my sixth lap
p-ssy n-gga try to play me, i′ma grip that
rocking prada and celine, dior my kicks hoe i can’t flip that
yeah we catchin′ bodies everyday my choppa is a fishtrap

b-tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b-tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf-ckin’ hood sippin′ lipton
i could never get caught lackin′ in my streets lil b-tch i’m crippin′
b-tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b-tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf-ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
i could never get caught lackin’ in my streets lil b-tch i′m crippin′

yeah run up on that b-tch
run up run up on em’
all you n-ggas ain′t no sh-t (ain’t no sh-t) (what?)
p-ssy n-gga suck my d-ck b-tch, b-tch
is you mad i f-cked your b-tch, boy?
is you mad i took your sh-t? (aye)
is you mad i was selling bricks?
now i′m making cash, spin back cause i’m on they ass
racks like to spread out on my place
this sh-t is f-cking gas
elyy yung kaz boutta′ blow that f-cking cash
lay up off the glass i’ma pass the blunt like magic
got a new patek, yeah this sh-t is tragic
i’ma stay up in my dungeon, it′s a f-cking attic
i take pills to give me conscience i′m a f-cking addict
62 b-tch is crackin’ sh-t will make that static

(i said, b-tch why you trippin?)

- young xaeser feat elyy

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