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hugh lee - trippin' lyrics

[verse 1]
its hugh blow lee
the resurrected human beat box from disco 3
the fat boys? but skinny like i do blow see
starving artist i do work like kool moe dee
and i work for a living
i learned to never taken what i’m given
strive for perfection
forsaken all wisdom
stay going ignorant (ignant)
black skinhead baking my pigment
afterlife accepting my sentence
heaven now cuz i’m so tired of waiting on it
patiently waiting, internal struggle debating on it
(smokey, smokey, smokey what the h-ll you doin’ back here?)
heaven now and i’m so tired of waiting on it
patiently waiting, internal struggle debating on it
n-ggas hating on it
but uh f-ck all that sh-t
nbg the brothers, pariah the clique
hugh lee sick
same day i get the deal i get my t–th fixed
on some king louie tight like queef fit
got em screaming bang bang like a keef hit, like a keef hit
and i ain’t into boom bap cuz my hype get em riled up
pushing envelopes you can see i got em filed up
ducks in a row you could say i got em tiled up
spilled my soul for the world no longer viled up
on some brand new sh-t i call it biled up
getting phone number money my n-ggas dialed up
and yeezy told me go head switch ya style up
and if they hate then let em hate and watch the money pile up

[hook]
i think i must be trippin’
(i know you not gonna sing that song)
i think i must be trippin’
illuminati want my mind soul and my body
i think i must be trippin’
(that song, that song)
dear god, i wonder can you save me
i think i must be trippin’
i think i ‘
i think i must be trippin’
illuminati want my mind soul and my body
i think i must be trippin’
i think i must be trippin’
i think i must be trippin’

[verse 2]
hold up i k!ll sh-t not last minute it was planned out
b-tches all on my d-ck
f-ck n-ggas want a handout
tried to stay inline at school
but the weird ones always stand out
who late as f-ck? you late as f-ck!
seeing that i’m the man now
y’all criss crossed parcheesi
shine bright star creasy
waiting room fargeasy
my d-ck hard girls are easy
i beat the wrap like charges dropped
b-tches all on my c-ck
no es suficiente de hugh lee like white rock
mmm i’m the mother f-cking man now
bummy back at isu 75 on my hand now
jack boys tried to get me them n-ggas is laying down
didn’t give em a burial them boys stale they laying out mm
my crew hittas yo crew b-tches
come through hittas try to get us
we do n-ggas like school figures
few n-ggas shoot through n-ggas
got a few n-ggas just nuts
i don’t f-ck with no punks
even brewski throwing hands
breaking nose til it gush
this is just warning
my crew knit like new vests
but loyalty can be bought so i watch the crew like “who next?”
he shouldn’t do it for his sake
we drop n-ggas like mixtapes
no really
we drop n-ggas like mixtapes

- hugh lee lyrics

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