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trippin' - da floataz lyrics

[verse 1: westside ree]
double up n*gga, i’mma tell it how it really is
you n*ggas is p*ssy, smell like you ain’t douching
double up i’m on my town, been holding it down
always had a crown, n*gga never layed it down
without a smack, i attack everything that’s brought to me
n*gga seek and he shall see
‘fore he see christ he see me, on gp r.i.p
look both ways before you cross me or my street
capeesh, 1500 fore my sheets
ok i been like this since peon, n*gga this that e*larm
i’m not to be slept on, her mouth wide like she yarning
face cheeks i stream on, gotta hater list a mill long
only blow the best trees on
say y’all n*ggas money, well i’m king kong (yeah)
king double up with the god flow
with a swag your b*tch will k!ll fore
make your baby mama miss bills fore
gangsta sh*t is what i live fore
but i be d*mn if i’m gonna die behind
i shake your hand and shoot from the pocket
n*gga it’s a revolver, no need to c*ck it

[verse 2: rappin’ mitch]
if this soul food, i fix plates
how true, i switch plates
that sound new, that sound great
she’ll buss down on first dates
my chain round my neck straight
i dare a n*gga, n*gga reach take
i’m westside, in a sweatshirt, that say mitch merch
that’s sweet cake
cuz everything on my site cold
my head shaved i’m clean woe
tried to shake weight off, hold up
couldn’t shake that quick
i was calling up my home girl
she like god d*mn mitch
jigga n*gga where you been
i had a podcast and i was writing stories
she like what you saying
n*gga the game changed and you a game changer
you better get back in
she right, so i wrote, some fire sh*t let’s smoke
me and my partner cool, we froze
that base tape that’s old
that’s twenty twenty, that’s a trash year
that’s a time capsule flow
now i don’t regret sh*t, just kicking sh*t
had to let my n*gga know
young polo player, tommy hilfiger layered, kicks nike air it
when i’m back in town, they see a round
like young n*gga made it
[verse 3: indeux shabazz]
smiling and i’m grinning later
on a n*gga sinning
in that ole red coupe
roddy park you know we trippin
blowing on exclusive copper head that old madusa
hitting corners in that ruthless ez
i get madula yea
f*ck a shooters bout that paper
and that cooter yea
if she wit me a she’s a squirter
not a hooper yea yea
country ways b*tch, love my country slang
country grammar hit ya mamma if she thick below the waist
yea yea
and i ain’t never been the same
team player, steph curry
introduced her to the bay
same old n*gga from the south
thats what he claim
where them n*ggas throw up 4’s
and you know that’s what they bang
i was in the house
mama let me go and play
n*ggas dying in the street
i’m just tryna dodge a stray

- da floataz lyrics

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