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100ccm

trippsy•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Trippsy I love you

Okay

Start the cup and I'ma race until the finish line

I feel like I'm Trippie in my drawers I got Calvin Klein

Shit I'm born in winter, next year need no valentine

Shit I made this beat when it's gon' blow it's like some dynamite

Remember I was playing sick at the doctor

Oh remember that I bought some weed when I was fucked up

Yeah remember that I bought some weed when I was fucked up

Yeah put on all these caps just like a fucking trucker

I just gave up on you

Just tell me what's wrong with you?

I made this lil' song for you

And I get it it's bad for you

I might pull up with all my crew

My homie pull up, see stars in the roof

So keep talking

See the lies in the truth

Keep talking it's bad for you

Homies got some money huh?

All these fucking things she ever said it's getting funnier

My homie keep on yapping I just think he gotta study yuh

Homie pull up to my crib, he pass the blunt, we getting high

Hit the motherfucking blunt and then I ran straight to the mic

Huh might just get a bag I'm getting stable like a tripod

Made so many fucking songs just like a motherfucking tryhard

Made so many fucking songs just like a workaholic

Had to kick this bitch out cause this bitch is too demonic

I be runnin' to the cash so fast feel like Sonic

Got this pain inside my head I gotta say this shit is cronic

This girl tell me that she love me baby I don't even want it

Gotta focus on myself and baby I'm just being honest

Gotta focus on myself and baby know I go the hardest

Ain't gon' lie when I was little I just thought that I'm the smartest

I made songs for 3 years baby I'm just getting started

I don't fuck with none these people cause these people so retarded