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don trip - 2 magazines lyrics

[chorus]
two magazines taped together (yeah)
touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
ready for the bullsh-t whenever (yeah)
grab a pen, add beef to my schedule (yeah)
take a picture, write it down, mail a letter (yeah)
you won’t lay a finger, though i dare you (yeah)
we’ll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
with these two magazines taped together (yeah)

[verse]
fresh out of f-cks to give, mind your f-cking biz’
if she with me once i’m finished wit’ her, she won’t love again
i’m so irritated, i keep breaking all my rubber bands
paranoid, man, i thought i heard somebody bustin’ in
that’s the ice maker, silly me, i’m going nuts again
ain’t no body brave enough to come in here, on brother, man
just in case i installed surveillance all over my land
if they thinking ’bout a come up, they won’t get the upper hand
come on in, only way you make it out is in a bag
i’m protecting all of my babies, i don’t care about the stash
wish a n-gga would, i hope not, knock on wood
i’m from out of the hood sneakin’ dough in mama pocket book
this for all the trouble i done caused, i cannot undo it
i don’t have to meet these rapper n-ggas, i know i’m the truest
i can’t help it, all this year i plan on snapping like a tourist
i bought all you n-ggas albums now i’m way too f-cking poor
i need something else to do, i need new women to screw
i don’t buy her sh-t to wear, i only like her birthday suit
i don’t like convertibles, i feel like john f. kennedy
getting dome by a pretty stripper named “serenity”
we just f-cking i’m not interested in her ident-ty
all i know she could be married and forgot to mention it
all i know is i’m the sh-t, oh, i forgot to mention it
i write letters to my people while they do their sentences
i’m a super hero, poverty my arch nemesis
slap that cartridge in my choppa like a sega genesis
run that by me come on try me, watch how with the sh-t i get
i got more than one stick like a pack of winterfresh
you know me, b-tch, i’m fresher than a stick of winterfresh
in the mall, zoe whining, all she want is cinna-stix
all i want is so much money, i can’t fit in a text
i’m still sh-tting on ’em, come back later, i’m not finished yet

[chorus]
i got two magazines taped together (yeah)
touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
ready for the bullsh-t whenever (yeah)
grab a pen add beef to my schedule (yeah)
take a picture, write it down mail a letter (yeah)
you won’t lay a finger, though i dare you (yeah)
we’ll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
with these two magazines taped together (yeah)
two magazines taped together (yeah)
touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
ready for the bullsh-t whenever (yeah)
grab a pen add beef to my schedule (yeah)
take a picture, write it down mail a letter (yeah)
you won’t lay a finger, though i dare you (yeah)
we’ll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
with these two magazines taped together (yeah)

- don trip lyrics

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