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suburban servin' - j-trip$ lyrics

[intro j-trip$]
working
bunch of bad b-tches fill my ‘burban
to a fiend, straight servin’
percies, percs, we got plenty (aye)
juug
juugin’ at the nawf of my city
okay, okay

[hook j-trip$]
in a suburban servin’ dope to a dope fiend
(i’m servin’, i’m swervin’, flee)
you know who with me
i’m with the big bro jimi (aye)
’03 bout to run the city (aye)
working
bunch of bad b-tches fill my ‘burban
to a fiend, straight servin’
perkies, perks, we got plenty (aye)
juug
juug at the nawf of my city (aye)

[verse 1 j-trip$]
shouts out preme k
bottles of dien’ aye
xans got me seeing it vivid a 4k
i f-ck with jorge
(f-ck with him heavily, he plugged the xanxs in the lsd)
moving that sh-t gets heavy, yo
countin’ up fetty
serve out the chevy
white b-tch whippin’ up betty
lock the wrists
momma i might have a shot with this
n-ggas, they breaking a pot to this
countin’ guap never thought of this
taking my guap, boy you thought
ride with glock
put the red dots right on your ah, ah, top
f-cking your thot

[hook j-trip$]
in a suburban servin’ dope to a dope fiend
(i’m servin’, i’m swervin’, flee)
you know who with me
(h-llo)
i’m with the big bro jimi (aye)
(yeah,yeah)
’03 bout to run the city (aye)
(yeah, i gotchu im on the way. i’m down the street. just make sure you get me a pack of spirits i need a carton, you know what i’m saying? healthy smoke we out here.)
working
(yeah, i’m down the street. i got you, i got you on everything
bunch of bad b-tches fill my ‘burban
to a fiend, straight servin’
perkies, perks, we got plenty (aye)
juug
juug at the nawf of my city (aye)
(’03 n-gga, that’s what i told you n-gga)

[verse 2 jimi poe]
take every word to the head, spirit smoke straight to lungs
(wavy)
henny bottle to the temple, that’s the same place as the gun
(pop, pop, pop, pow)
everything i build collapse, ive been ducked off in this tower
(yeah,yeah)
but we stuck in babylon, trump trying to build all these walls
i ain’t chilling til my mom’s set
and then she can watch her sun set
up fighting my demons, i lost rest
speeding swerving in the car wreck (skrt)
silver server platinum yachty (lil boat)
pardon waves, yet it’s abstract
30 rounds 50 fiends
white suburban and we serving green

[hook j-trip$]
in a suburban servin’ dope to a dope fiend
(i’m servin’, i’m servin’, flee)
you know who with me
i’m with the big bro jimi (aye)
’03 bout to run the city (aye)
working
bunch of bad b-tches fill my ‘burban
to a fiend, straight servin’
percies, percs, we got plenty (aye)
juug
juug at the nawf of my city (aye)

- j trip lyrics

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