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propr lee – trippin on me lyrics

[intro: propr lee]
miami is on fire, the city is live
clubs packed, women walking the streets
bottles poppin
money falling from the sky
and these n-ggas trippin on me
trippin’ on

[chorus: propr lee]
trippin’ on me, why y’all trippin’ on me
all this money in the air got b-tches everywhere
but y’all n-ggas trippin’ on me
trippin’ on
trippin’ on me, why y’all trippin’ on me
all this money in the air got b-tches everywhere
but y’all keep trippin’ on me
trippin’ on
trippin’ on me, y’all keep trippin’ on me
all this money in the air got b-tches everywhere
but these n-ggas keep trippin’ on me
trippin’ on
trippin’ on me, why y’all trippin’ on me
all this money in the air got b-tches everywhere
but y’all keep trippin’ on me
trippin’ on

[verse: 1 propr lee]
sucking my t–th
haters can suck on my d
i been working every motherf-cking day
y’all n-ggas been hating everyday of the week
leave me alone
stuck in high speed
i puff ’til my f-cking eyes bleed
sirens all in f-cking neighborhood
boy i swear it ain’t good where a n-gga find sleep
feel me though
so i hit the club right
and i ain’t gotta to loosen my tie
walked in that b-tch
like a n-gga ran sh-t
’cause a n-gga ran sh-t
i ain’t even gonna lie
got mad b-tches to my left and my right
they all got friends and they all at least nine
they gonna be ten in little more time
with a little more drinks and a little more lime
pour it up
wetting my beak
and she gets wet when i speak
and i ain’t got to beat around the bush
while she l!ck around the gl-ss
’cause she already know she wanna leave
propr lee
but what do i see
some n-ggas looking like they want beef
but i dont give a f-ck
’cause a n-gga gon’ f-ck
why them lames act tough, go home and beat meat
sad sh-t

[verse 2: chris the cooker]
she said i’m way too much to handle
but she quick to blow a n-gga like a candle
they trippin on me like i broke the pavement
like i came up to the table with no reservations
man f-ck y’all and y’all d-mn rules
might take a flight back to cancoon
just to get away from you f-ck n-ggas
might f-ck around and be lunch n-gga
playing around with that cash rules
i do this sh-t ’cause i plan to
better pay that man before its past due
my hoes never basic
flow can’t replace it
no time for patience
they mad i’m the boy
that went to becoming the man
and that’s how we do it my n-gga
them bottles be popping
them b-tches be watching me
that sh-t is all facade
when they claim that they do this sh-t
don’t do it properly
and ain’t n0body stopping me

- propr lee lyrics

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