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Don't Trip (feat. Mikey Smit, The Lit Fuse & KinG Pen) Video (MV)






A Selekt Few - Don't Trip (feat. Mikey Smit, The Lit Fuse & KinG Pen) Lyrics
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Is you a lion or a lamb
I'm feeling liberated when the torch in my hand
I'm on Human autopilot, god enforcing all plans
Feeling heat in the pews I wave flames like a fan
Leave a stain from the blam
Heating up like NBA Jam
Got a Shelly for the jellies. the gauge doesn't jam
Rampage on a rage with the hands
Key club throwing money on stage with my mans
Give Him Praise in advance cause I'm saved by The Lamb
Now the pride on a chase caught our prey when it ran
Had a staff then it turned into a snake in my hand
But I'm steppin on serpents as I pace through the land
We respectable men
Rep till the end
They just reptilian
Shedding skin again
Snakes never learn till you stomp a head in
And they always subtract, never learn a lesson, Selekt
Straight off the rip
Turning the tables
Making em sick
Thumbing thru paper
Making a grip
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Breaking they ankles
We never slip
They telling fables
We not convinced
Claiming you major
Make it make sense
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Blocka the block up, I'm blasting, blunted
And I'm Shocked and my stock up, I'm fasting, hungry
The boy went to godly from grungy
Still kept it gutter like Solomon Grundy
Whoa
They feminine sound like they on monthly/
Knuckles deep in this work you can call me bumpy/
Imma oat for these mills (meals) yea I need it lumpy/
Known to bring the funk but I ain't never musty
Bubba Sparks & Timbo yea it's gone get ugly
They know dat boy cold like im kinda stuffy
On a couch hand in ya pants like Al Bundy
No work ethic y'all ain't tryna get no money
Off the wall, a big nose like I'm humpty
Dummy, dumpin a dub call it dumpty
Bro you punting, ya record is 0 and something
When I talk, you all ears like you Tony Dungy
Dirty, look I just gotta know why
You tripping on bits but no data reply
Your act is a lie
Cut to the credits
The way you been moving is truly pathetic
I'm telekinetic, Mewtwo to boo-boos
The necklace is breakfast, I froot loop the new jewels
They music is doo-doo we ain't what chu use too
Selection a few
Coldest and true
Straight off the rip
Turning the tables
Making em sick
Thumbing thru paper
Making a grip
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Breaking they ankles
We never slip
They telling fables
We not convinced
Claiming you major
Make it make sense
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
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Is you a lion or a lamb
I'm feeling liberated when the torch in my hand
I'm on Human autopilot, god enforcing all plans
Feeling heat in the pews I wave flames like a fan
Leave a stain from the blam
Heating up like NBA Jam
Got a Shelly for the jellies. the gauge doesn't jam
Rampage on a rage with the hands
Key club throwing money on stage with my mans
Give Him Praise in advance cause I'm saved by The Lamb
Now the pride on a chase caught our prey when it ran
Had a staff then it turned into a snake in my hand
But I'm steppin on serpents as I pace through the land
We respectable men
Rep till the end
They just reptilian
Shedding skin again
Snakes never learn till you stomp a head in
And they always subtract, never learn a lesson, Selekt
Straight off the rip
Turning the tables
Making em sick
Thumbing thru paper
Making a grip
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Breaking they ankles
We never slip
They telling fables
We not convinced
Claiming you major
Make it make sense
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Blocka the block up, I'm blasting, blunted
And I'm Shocked and my stock up, I'm fasting, hungry
The boy went to godly from grungy
Still kept it gutter like Solomon Grundy
Whoa
They feminine sound like they on monthly/
Knuckles deep in this work you can call me bumpy/
Imma oat for these mills (meals) yea I need it lumpy/
Known to bring the funk but I ain't never musty
Bubba Sparks & Timbo yea it's gone get ugly
They know dat boy cold like im kinda stuffy
On a couch hand in ya pants like Al Bundy
No work ethic y'all ain't tryna get no money
Off the wall, a big nose like I'm humpty
Dummy, dumpin a dub call it dumpty
Bro you punting, ya record is 0 and something
When I talk, you all ears like you Tony Dungy
Dirty, look I just gotta know why
You tripping on bits but no data reply
Your act is a lie
Cut to the credits
The way you been moving is truly pathetic
I'm telekinetic, Mewtwo to boo-boos
The necklace is breakfast, I froot loop the new jewels
They music is doo-doo we ain't what chu use too
Selection a few
Coldest and true
Straight off the rip
Turning the tables
Making em sick
Thumbing thru paper
Making a grip
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
Breaking they ankles
We never slip
They telling fables
We not convinced
Claiming you major
Make it make sense
We finna lace you
Don't even trip
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Writer: Michael Poteat, Devin Birden, Jordan Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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