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back door open - tripstar lyrics

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[intro: tripstar]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh*tup)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, yeah

[verse 1: tripstar]
up and down that highway, tell me what you payin’ for it, yeah
trap out of two spots on one street, f*ck the landlord, yeah (the landlord)
ride ’round with a switch and a drac’, i’m so paranoid, yeah (i’m so paranoid)
keep the backdoor open, just left my plug in minnesota, yeah (woah)
i’m whippin’ up shh, pour wockhardt in my cream soda, yeah (mud)
i catch a one*way to get my bags, i don’t do no layover, yeah (uh)
flew a b*tch in from toronto, told her she can’t lay over, yeah (nah, nah)
told diego send my lo’ (brrt), my pеople waitin’ on me (uh, uh)
when i took thе l, had me thinkin’ people preyin’ on me (d*mn)
mama said, “f*ck all that sh*t, go get your money, kid” (f*ck all that sh*t)
when i found that plug in la, felt like it was heaven*sent (heaven*sent)
won’t pick up my phone if the play ain’t makin’ sense (uh)

[verse 2: babyface ray]
i spilled like half the pop and poured a four, it taste like medicine (dirty)
she wanna bring her bestie, cut her off and chose a better friend (on everything)
as soon as we run through ’em, burn the wrappers, f*ck the evidence (burn that sh*t)
i should be motivation, rich from rap, i’m used to sellin’ sh*t
i’m twistin’ ‘za and gumbo, lil’ buddy with me cutthroat
i’m bored, i ain’t humble, this sh*t i’m doin’ is gettin’ old
i can tell you ’bout the money, ’bout the cars, ’bout the ice
and the good, bad, and ugly i done seen in my life (i done seen in my life)
bust a quick left, the seat squeeze me from the right (cap)
thousand*dollar cups of codeine on the ice (real)
i need that money like it’s air ’cause i can’t breathe when it ain’t right (breathe when it ain’t right)
i miss my plug more than her, i never seen a better price (never seen a)
[verse 3: tripstar]
yeah, this batch was so good, i can’t even lie, i bought it twice, yeah (shh)
when it came in tan, bought the right cut, i turned it white, yeah (brr)
ain’t nothin’ come overnight (nah), i sent the packs overnight (yeah)
i had to go sell it twice (yeah, yeah), quick to re*up, i be spry (woah)
i stack it up as i go, my plug said this sh*t on the floor (yeah)
i guess i’m a stepper, i keep steppin’ on my dope

[verse 4: babyface ray]
i guess i’m a genie, ask me, never tell her no (naw)
my lil’ partners, they get hyphy, tell ’em when to go
we got money, all i see is singles fallin’ to the floor (singles fallin’ to the floor)
hoes outchea dirty just to tell the ‘gram about your highs and lows (for real)
bougie*ass n*gga, we don’t rock designer coats (mob)
cc everything, we done bossed up off the coke (cc everything)

[outro]
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh*tup)

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