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#cge mobz x tt x s13 (cge) - trips lyrics

[intro: mobz]
sk’s moving mad you know? (sk’s moving mad you know?)
so don’t slide don’t come don’t slip
real blood on a pagans strip
you didn’t ask who we got down
the countless times that fat have beg
do that bait and leave no ev, do that bait and leave no ev

[verse 1: mobz]
it’s big guns that my g’s them ride with (big!)
i swear loccz in love with sliders spin that whip witch he closes he’s eyelid. then dash from the transit sirens got beef with neeks is tiring (arrgh) oh now you ain’t touch my friends or bust them skengs dem boy conspiring. me, s doing backward mileage. i still
i still bruck down fours with peds. drive by that’s more than a chest
tt don’t need that pressed sh-t then should’ve seen the way he kweffed. but it’s all for the coast of course
opp boys wapped who’s next? who’s next? make the wrong move get splashed at your locals like grinna when he lost his breath!
same way — got trimmed and chinged
the gang do drills don’t grace your skin
i still pray hard trynna wash these sins
like how many times did we ride that weed? that four door whip
as a five man sgueeze and a rusty twelve two slap sneezes

[chorus: mobz]
so don’t slide don’t come don’t slip
real blood on a pagans strip
we got trips, on trips, on trips
and all these man keep telling them fibs
you didn’t ask who we got down
the countless times that fat have beg
you didn’t ask who man we made trips
do that bait and leave no ev, do that bait and leave no ev

[verse 2: tt]
person of intrest (suspected)
some virgins i pop my cherry and the opp block cold in the 410
corn for days, corn for dem can’t single me out like blem been bad since when —– but that was back then, now i’m trynna lurk with friend plus skeng
who are you fooling? it was us that corned him twelve got shooten (????) 9 (????) something got proven
yeah it’s funny plus weird how?
let’s say this smoke prepared and enough corn dem pairs and grind in tears

[chorus: mobz]
so don’t slide don’t come don’t slip
real blood on a pagans strip
we got trips, on trips, on trips
and all these man keep telling them fibs
you didn’t ask who we got down
the countless times that fat have beg
you didn’t ask who man we made trip
do that bait and leave no ev
take dem roads and leave the stress

[verse 2: s13]
bro whip dings go carting man grip that spin tramatasten
red…dead… no redemption when your bredrin departed
rahted how many man got clarted
gang come strap now they came with harnische
carnished talk on my name is carbage
fill that bird like you robbed an carpet
dude got put in a casket over the coffin no headstone clarting
even no dukies out here charting, tarnished buy sell, no market
and i won’t get bailed if i get chance for any discharchins
(and i won’t get bailed if i get chance for any discharchins)

[outro: mobz]
so don’t slide don’t come don’t slip
real blood on a pagans strip
we got trips, on trips, on trips
and all these man keep telling them fibs
you didn’t ask who we got down
the countless times that fat have beg
do that bait and leave no ev
take dem roads and leave the stress

- cge mobz x tt x s13 cge lyrics

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