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Trippin' Off Hoes

 

Trippin' Off Hoes

(album: 10 Summers: The Mixtape Vol.1 - 2015)


[RJ:]
Getting rich though, she a trip though
Credit card with somebody else's info
I'm a blood, I been fucking on some crip hoes
And I been fucking up some commas, I'm a nympho
I got pistols in a rental
Put that shotty in your face out of impulse
Knock your body out the frame, make it centerfold
Another bird with my name in her twitter post
Shit, practice what I preach, cause I live what I speak
Bitch, we cracking tonight
She don't wake up out her sleep, reach for you 'for she preview
Ain't macking her right
Look, I don't give these niggas work, cause they sniffing their dope
And I don't take advice, if the nigga stay broke
Look, I don't mean I like you, cause I'm liking your posts
If I probably get ghost, that's just life

[RJ:]
I ain't tripping off hoes
I just want the dough out the bitch
Lil bitch, you's a nobody's bitch
I ain't tripping off thugs
All across the globe, getting rich
You just putting on a show, you a lick

I ain't tripping off hoes
I just want the dough out the bitch
Lil bitch, you's a nobody's bitch
I ain't tripping off thugs
I ain't tripping off thugs

[Choice:]
It was [?] I had all my shit on the curb
Got released out that dirt cage, not one bird came
What was fucked up, took her mama out of debt
And when officer Nelson swept, she done slept with the next rap nigga
Then he flopped, so she pop up
Text hat nigga, bitch
Y'all bill smaller then that Bushwick nigga, bitch
Million dollar contract, no more nigga rich
Stunting on your step, fucking with your ass
The follow with the bimbo
Her black box got a millionaire's info
She drove an Enzo, ain't buy it, it was tempt though
She wanna spoil me, I'ma let a nigga Jim Crow
Cubans are rolled, saying the least doing the most
Who's the joke, your bakery seats versus your quote
We say both, respect me, expect you can't accept me
I'm heavy, doing better then any bitch [?]

[RJ:]
I ain't tripping off hoes
I just want the dough out the bitch
Lil bitch, you's a nobody's bitch
I ain't tripping off thugs
All across the globe, getting rich
You just putting on a show, you a lick

I ain't tripping off hoes
I just want the dough out the bitch
Lil bitch, you's a nobody's bitch
I ain't tripping off thugs
I ain't tripping off thugs

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