trinidad james – quez lyrics
(ft. fabo of d4l, danny brown & playa fly)
[intro:]
alright dirt, let’s go
i’m too f-cked up
i’m too f-cked up
i’m too f-cked up
i’m too f-cked up
hook:
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
james
my n-gg- what you need?
my n-gg- what you smoke? (ahhh)
my n-gg- what you drink? (shots)
my n-gg- h-m-phobe? (man)
nosebleed, nosebleed
my n-gg-, what you snort?
i took a hundred shrooms
i need a hundred more!
i need a trippy b-tch
f-ck all hennessy
she got that miley cyrus white girl shaking
now what you shake, p-ss?
now what you shake, p-ss? (watch)
now what you shake, that! yeah, yeah, yeah!
hook:
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m still seeing sp-ceships on banging!
i’m too f-cked up!
i need a trippy b-tch, ratchet b-tch
the one that like the drugs
she addicted to the club
ain’t with the cute sh-t
i’m looking for a hundred piece
that’s got the real freak in her blood
i’m two f-cked up, already doubled up
and bands will get her naked like a birthday
bougie, cute, gold digger
hold up, you got the wrong n-gg- in the first place
i like to see her spread her legs in the two seater
wet and hot, running like a meter
telling me, all she want me to do is beat it
got her leaking by the litre
so i eat her ’cause it’s sweeter
i need a real trippy b-tch when i’m f-cked up
ain’t with that cute sh-t in my sp-ceship
gas blowing on your way out
tell your home girl to come in
’cause your -ss can’t stay here!
oh sh-t, that was’
your -ss can’t stay up!
smoke bird!
h-ll yeah i play with my nose
i got powder stains on designer clothes
i be rolling off of them crystals
got a n-gg- brain feeling like a large missile
god d-mn right, off them’
b-tch i’m balling, blow my whistle
smoking on a bobby johnson
got felatio at my concert
’till all my hoes stopping
knocking on till all them hoes stopping
got my c-ck all up in her noggin
knock to the max when she be shopping
and she calling calling me daddy
got road head up in that cddy
and she the driver and i can’t explain nothing
but i know one thing it was…
i be higher than a motherf-cker
uh, f-cked up, turned’
i wanna f-ck, she wanna f-ck
so we hit the bp to grab a rum
copped a fiji and a box of matches
hit that b-tch with that arm and hammer
dope d-ck, stay focused
need a trippy b-tch…
i got a 20oz, couple lines in it
half of bar.. but sure i’m finished
heart beat sound like i’m playing tennis
drinkin’ dr. pepper, looking just like dentists
looking for a trippy b-tch
that cute sh-t i ain’t with that
ratchet b-tches getting turned up
off a couple pills and a six pack
hook:
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i need a trippy b-tch,
i ain’t with that cute sh-t
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up
(i’m too f-cked up)
i’m too f-cked up, yeah
i’m too f-cked up!
my crew f-cked up
my boio f-cked up
they rubbed me up too much
that made me tough
so now i’m too turned up on o-zs and…
i be in chronic city pyer fly to funky town
codeine and prometh, toss them, next dead and was them down
pop me a roxy, percocet or a lower tab
i’m on that molly, plus that madonna, i’m going mad
‘i get all dizzy, who get all dizzy
set that sh-t back i’m crowning
they still live by the now,
fly, need my b-tches fire
i need my b-tches his high
so high we getting sky
til they can’t take no more now they fly
they soaking wet, never try
and overflow of supply
the truth they cannot deny
and giving only a try
no hoe, no owe me no lie
keep dummy promises from me
the influence i’m under
but i’m on top of this money
say, what’s funny honey
don’t see no laughing stock
not your winnie the pooh
but do want into your honey pot (i do!)
turn down the giggle box
turned her kiss my spot
gyrating and motivating on chemicals
recreating woodstock
i wish i would stop
like they say turn down for what?
before they turned get crunk
i come to get n-gg-s buck
and now they stuck with me
and trill and buck with me
i need a trippy b-tch to come get f-cked up with me
[outro:]
holla, holla, holla up, man
y’all just heard that sh-t?
man, y’all playin’
anyways man, where my home girls?
i don’t have groupies
i have home girls
all my home girls bob your head with me one time
yea
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