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theDeeepEnd - Trippin' Lyrics



theDeeepEnd - Trippin' Lyrics




I hit the digital dash
I need the bread in my stash
All of you niggas is trash
Trash
Damn
Niggas is paying for fans,
Niggas is lame as they raps
Niggas is faker than spam
You niggas bitches all you kickin' is cans
Pushing up daisies and poppin' them Xans
I wrote this shit for my sons
Aye hoe I shine like the sun
I know the art like Sun Tzu
I won the war without guns
Peace, get the f*ck out my face
And love conquers all, but you focused on hate
I'm bout to ball out like Bron Bron, you niggas is late
Don't need Adderall hoe, I got the focus of greats
In the eve of destruction, I just weed out the snakes
If the bullets cause the burn, I'm sorry dawg it's too late
But anyway

Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Yea
Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit

I'm the type that you not f*ckin' wit
The type that may just f*ck your bitch
The type to grant your final wish
The type to tap your spinal chord
And paralyze the sucka shit
I tried to keep it positive
I've posited, I don't need acknowledgment
Cuz I been on some scholar shit, without scholarship
How you niggas leaders but you following
No matter how you spell it you're a homonym
Ain't not apologin' for politics
I might hit a flex with no designer shit
Unless I'm the one, designing it
She just want some dick and that's cool
But soul ties require my admonishment
How astonishing, we started out platonic friends
Blurred lines began to blend
Now she bending over
And we're never sober
When she call me over, she got that super soaker
So I'm never late, pen game stupid, so I penetrate
Sex game cupid, let me demonstrate
Yea

Hoe's be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Yea
Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas say y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Bitch
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I hit the digital dash
I need the bread in my stash
All of you niggas is trash
Trash
Damn
Niggas is paying for fans,
Niggas is lame as they raps
Niggas is faker than spam
You niggas bitches all you kickin' is cans
Pushing up daisies and poppin' them Xans
I wrote this shit for my sons
Aye hoe I shine like the sun
I know the art like Sun Tzu
I won the war without guns
Peace, get the f*ck out my face
And love conquers all, but you focused on hate
I'm bout to ball out like Bron Bron, you niggas is late
Don't need Adderall hoe, I got the focus of greats
In the eve of destruction, I just weed out the snakes
If the bullets cause the burn, I'm sorry dawg it's too late
But anyway

Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Yea
Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit

I'm the type that you not f*ckin' wit
The type that may just f*ck your bitch
The type to grant your final wish
The type to tap your spinal chord
And paralyze the sucka shit
I tried to keep it positive
I've posited, I don't need acknowledgment
Cuz I been on some scholar shit, without scholarship
How you niggas leaders but you following
No matter how you spell it you're a homonym
Ain't not apologin' for politics
I might hit a flex with no designer shit
Unless I'm the one, designing it
She just want some dick and that's cool
But soul ties require my admonishment
How astonishing, we started out platonic friends
Blurred lines began to blend
Now she bending over
And we're never sober
When she call me over, she got that super soaker
So I'm never late, pen game stupid, so I penetrate
Sex game cupid, let me demonstrate
Yea

Hoe's be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas said y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Yea
Hoes be trippin', but I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas say y'all got the sauce, but I ain't drippin'
I'm on the some other shit
Some other other other shit
Bitch
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Writer: Malcolm Brown
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Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Malcolm Brown

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