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fella - trippin’ lyrics

[tag]
(got zay on the beat)

[verse 1]
i never lacked with confidence or struggled with faith
‘cause i know that i can do it, and i know that you can’t
mama always said i’m stubborn, guess i’m stuck in my ways
i can’t see the finish line, but i’m ahead in the race
you was broke and got no p+ssy, now you rich and get laid?
n+ggas think that they made it when they get ‘em a play
f+ck a couple of plates, i need a f+ckin’ buffet
all this clout, clothes, and hoes gon’ get you stuck in the maze
every single day, swear i learn somethin’ new
life is ‘bout the journey, legacy’s what you do
spunj parked the porsche, came and hopped in the coupe
so we could drive down broadway handing out food
we in a league of our own, ballin’ somethin like drew
quit calling, if i need you imma tap in with you
probably busy with your b+tch, sipping gin and some juice
blowin’ runtz in a black russian ‘til my eyes droop

[hook]
why you trippin’? i ain’t trippin, what we trippin’ bout’?
if we really get to trippin’ imma knock you down
take your b+tch around the corner, chop it up, i’m gettin’ sloppy now
upgrade the cleavage on the nina, shorty stocky
why you trippin’? i ain’t trippin, what we trippin’ bout’?
if we really get to trippin’ imma knock you down
take your b+tch around the corner, chop it up, i’m gettin’ sloppy now
upgrade the cleavage on the nina, shorty stocky now
[verse 2]
thank god every morning just for waking me up
life is ‘bout choices, with a sprinkle of luck
if you ever caught lackin’ better shimmy and duck
i know some n+ggas in milwaukee with more dubs than the bucks
three k’s in the car, in case we see ku klux
the clan safe in any hood, like them n+ggas knew us
never picked or chose a side, ‘cause i could give two f+cks
you n+ggas dying over blocks and ain’t made two bucks
how the f+ck is you a gangta and moms ain’t got a crib?
you can’t be a real man and not take care of your kids
thats why i don’t chop with n+ggas unless they talkin’ some biz
and even then, y’all don’t ever got bread
fella ‘bout a dollar, sh+t you know that’s true
ladies also love me, but you knew that duke
never catch me tellin’, that’s just flat out rude
we was cool, but if you trippin’ we can take it to the moon

[hook]

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