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boslen – trip lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
this beat is so f+cked, this beat is so jiggy
uh+uh+uh

[verse 1]
what a time, what a day
ride around town, what a life that i made
top+down coupe by the block that i came
same clique here, reppin’ c on the chain (same one)
she gave top on her knees, call her bae
fifty pulled up with the cups and the cake
count a few bucks when the money inflates
i ain’t in a rush ’cause we did it my way
but there’s money right here, so you better not trip, uh

[chorus]
oh+oh, yeah
shawty, don’t trip, yeah
shawty, don’t trip, check
shawty, don’t, uh, ayy, yeah
shawty, don’t trip
shawty, don’t trip, yeah
shawty, don’t trip
[bridge]
slow down, where did this year go?
i don’t know, pour up some miracles
take it slow, cold made her lose control
no, she don’t roll with the typical

[verse 2]
booty so big like a bus off the lot
groupies in the cut telling us ’bout their job (woo)
beauty in the rut ’til you get to the top
man, the circle got smaller and it ain’t my fault
let’s not go fast, uh
shawty brought her friends with the lip gloss d+mn near dripping
she got that ass, uh
bad b+tch, clique swear to god she catching feelings

[pre+chorus]
give me a call, come and f+ck with me
i’m off the drugs, shawty, you can see
call up the plug, we’ll be rolling deep
she said, “i’m up, are you down for me?”

[chorus]
shawty, don’t trip, ayy
oh+oh, yeah (ayy, ayy)
shawty, don’t trip, yeah
shawty, don’t trip, check
shawty, don’t, uh, ayy, yeah
shawty, don’t trip
shawty, don’t trip
(i’m off the drugs)
shawty, don’t, uh, ayy
shawty, don’t trip
[part ii]

[verse 3]
f+ck your pleasure, catch the picture quicker
all these motherf+ckers can’t stop us, ooh
f+ck the stripper, suck the d+ck in leather
nappy+headed n+ggas can’t watch that, ooh
i f+ck with n+ggas with the bigger pictures
bigger b+tches give me bigger wishes
trigger finger got me diggin’ ditches
don’t be with the snitches, ’cause we pop them too
i’m runnin’ and gunnin’ around
shawty be trippin’, i cut up the sound
loaded up, i be hunting these n+ggas like hounds
mob on my back, we’ll go pound for a pound
muddy n+ggas from valleys, we flooded the town
ducking some bullets, i’m ducking the clowns
you live life to the fullest ’til you’re not around
man, f+ck all the tourists, this city my sound

- boslen lyrics

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