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aoc obama - first trip lyrics

[intro: bandgang javar]
bandgang (bandgang)
ooh, bands, this bangs
my first trip
my first trip
my first trip
my first trip

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
i know you probably tired of hearing ’bout the road
but lil’ bro just brought me forty off them folks
split fifty-fifty, i ain’t stingy with my bros
my mama stressin’, i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no hoes
your b-tch want me to buy some weed so she can sell it
it ain’t trickin’ if you punch it, they just mailed it
but that b-tch gotta give me half when she sell it
old b-tch blockin’ me on the ‘gram, i think she jealous
like a recycling bin, i got old paper
you thirty-somethin’ sneak dissing, you an old hater
ex left when the feds got me, but i should thank her
new b-tch look colder than a snow angel
i’ve been on the interstate like them orange cones
i don’t even chase liquor, let alone hoes
they all do the same thing when they see the road
f-ck the hand they f-ck with off, they wanna f-ck with rolls

[chorus: bandgang javar & aoc obama]
i remember i ain’t had sh-t
hoes used to treat me like sh-t
i got tired of not havin’ not sh-t
then i took my first trip
turned around, came back home with that sh-t
look at her face, you can tell my ex sick
all the hoes that doubted me on my d-ck (big aoc)
after i took my first trip (ayy)

[verse 2: aoc obama]
on the road with a trunk full of gr-ss
troopers pull me over, they gon’ pose with this bag
tryna hide the smell but i can’t
canine at the door ’bout to scratch up my paint
this the nightmare a kingpin have
when you ridin’ with that sack with them thangs in the dash
i know my ex b-tch mad
’cause she went from ridin’ foreign to them ubers and cabs
my white b-tch made a mil’ on the road
tired of being humble, man, you n-gg-s is hoes
ayy, i got a million in gold
and i own ten properties, a million in homes
every trap spot got a ton up in it
last n-gg- got k!lled tryna run up in it
n-gg-s wanna beef but can’t afford to die
have your mama and your granny sellin’ apple pies
big aoc

[chorus: bandgang javar]
i remember i ain’t had sh-t
hoes used to treat me like sh-t
i got tired of not havin’ not sh-t
then i took my first trip
turned around, came back home with that sh-t
look at her face, you can tell my ex sick
all the hoes that doubted me on my d-ck
after i took my first trip

- aoc obama lyrics

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