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abiee - trip lord lyrics

( intro )
tripper gang
son of real god
gotta stash, who want’s smoke some blunt”
blunt master in this b+tch ( smashae )

[chorus]
hit the bash wit the gas party at my crib
burnin on my chest i’m blowin blunt
that’s d chronic sh+t, vvs on my b+tch
tick tock rolly on my wrist
spit the bar riding double r
hit the bong you ain’t gone
pull up everythang tripper gang trippin on these b+tch
why these b+tches so bad, duffel bag
money in the air ( stoner )
gucci on my drip, ice on my neck
shawty on my lap
homie dancin on my beat b+tches jumpin on my heat
trippin on’ i’m cool jumpin on my pool
money talk bad b+tch walk
molly prolly high you ain’t dry
p+ssy dealer demon smashin everythang
if you hate kiss my f+ckin ass
hennessy toast up with the gang
gang gang gang

ya’ll trippin with trip lord
she smokin with trip lord
i’m f+ckin trip lord ( trip lord )

( verse 1 )
purple lean my herb green
diamond ring her ruby pink
she touch me i don’t mind
i f+ck her she all mine
smoke strong than coal mine
thug life gon worldwide
pumpin up like popeye
party hard we tripper gang
ball hard we get everythang
two phones my roof on
f+ck you, you stay coop
i stay groove i f+ck dope
you f+ck sh+t you suck sh+t
we f+ckin high we livin life
bottoms up we never dry

( verse 2 )
trip lord trip lord yeah
trip lord trip lord
trip lord trip lord yeah
trip lord trip lord

trip lord i’m trip hard
roll dice i gotta ice
hit this sh+t we never choke
double cup we always high
plug walk my blunt talk
two guns my goons on
life is b+tch she turn me on
trip lord she f+ck lord
poppin racks i gotta love
f+ck your life you gotta hoes
bad choice ya’ll fall
f+ck the hype we all hype
good vibes we all rise ( we f+ckin alright )

trip lord i’m mf trip lord

[chorus]
hit the bong you ain’t gone
pull up everythang tripper gang trippin on these b+tch
why these b+tches so bad, duffel bag
money in the air
gucci on my drip
ice on my neck
shawty on my lap
homie dancin on my beat b+tches jumpin on my heat
trippin on’ i’m cool jumpin on my pool
money talk bad b+tch walk
molly prolly high you ain’t dry
p+ssy dealer demon smashin everythang
if you hate kiss my f+ckin ass
hennessy toast up with the gang
gang gang gang tripper gang

( outro )
ya’ll dreamin we f+ckin made it
tripper gang
son of real god

- abiee lyrics

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