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the real sheesh - full trip lyrics

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(its trip)

(twano got the recipe)

d*mn
i pray i make it straight

the streets hotter than a b*tch
let me find some shade

i just charged
4 for a zip

but it had no shake

i showed love with the nugs
it was over weight

n*ggas talking sheesh
you a little late

i was trapping out the gym
who push heavy weight

i hit the atm
i love when it go (beep)
i met the plug on the side of the ( beep )

i ain’t seen her in a minute
she glowed up nice

i had some tec
i bought for less

and i chopped it nice

when my n*gga servеd in feds
he smoked on spicе

i just served a qp
at west dixie light

b*tch tried to line me
swear to god
imma shoot her face

n*gga try to k!ll me
first class
send him straight away

baby i got drums like a band
no 808
if you a outta town
i got gas
and a better price

i got a plug
for some blow

and it look like rice

that n*gga ain’t yo plug
he don’t drop that price

baby i got henny
i got rosè
what u like

i washed a addy down
with wings
i’m taking flight

i wear a tie when i’m in court
i clean up nice

n*gga i don’t even tax
i’m wesley snipes
50 round drum
i’m in my city

come get up with me

3.5 each wood
i’m a f*ckin chimney

n*ggas always talk a lotta sh*t
when i come they jimney

i hit the street
i push a pack
with my rolly on

rich s*x
imma f*ck her
with my chains on

trapping at the station
seen crackheads
and tampons

this a glock mini
it get bigger with the drum in it

dump wit it

baby share the p*ssy
i’m juss tryna have some fun with it

b*tch you kno i’m wit it
i’m a young not a dumb n*gga

spin around the block 80 shots
till i’m done wit it

i juss bought a gun for 20$
it had 20 bodies

b*tch i’m really from the north
i get h*lla rowdy

i juss came to chill
imma try to f*ck another day

hatin on the kid but
imma shine on em anyway

yea sh*t dropped
clean the plat
n*gga replay

really the field

but i ain’t never
play no ea

shouts out rich homie jon
that’s a dj

smokin on some cookie
she gon buss it make it cream

i really love to read
i got plenty magazines

oooo baby make it shake

bright skin brown skin
i’ll do any race

n*gga this a marathon
never been a race

god got me stop playin
i beat every case

field n*gga
i get sweaty with these chains on

my location secret
everything in here illegal

pull up in a beemer
matte blacker then a beetle

head game sick
p*ssy hotter then a fever

one thing i can’t
f*ck around with diva

2 my phone be off the hook
i need a beeper

i be rockin gucci
bumping gucci out the speaker

shoe plug only 220 for my sneaker

- full trip lyrics

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