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trippij - l8 lyrics

hook 2x

they l8
thats what these b-tches hate
cuz i’m getting that cake
ain’t got no time to wait
f-ck these fakes
ain’t got no time to play
cuz i’m getting that cake
meanwhile these b-tches l8

verse 1

i’m up on this sour d
smoking on that choking weed
light it take another hit
sleeping ain’t gone get me sh-t
hard i spit
i’m so fly i’m high as t-ts
make a b-tch beg for a tip
then take a her n-gga commas quick
now b-tches playing my sh-t
cuz the sh-t i spit be it
keep checking under arm pits
but it’s just that smoke high sh-t
these hoes be claiming my d-ck
cuz you hit don’t mean you it
b-tch i’m ill you make me sick
b-tch be snakes they ain’t no friends

used to call these b-tches kins
but now i wave from distances
tinted lens
laid back in them dividends
used to play boys way back when
that was then
now they tryna buy they way back in
save that sh-t for a date
cuz i’m busy getting cake you fake you hate you l8
(n-gga)

k.o b-tches like o.k my b-tches paid these hoes laid
yo n-gga lame he swear he straight
i’ll set this cake right on his face
stay up on my money chase
i’m counting h-ll of hunnids faced
make enough to pay the maid
broke b-tches hate every day

hook 2x
they l8
thats what these b-tches hate
cuz i’m getting that cake
ain’t got no time to wait
f-ck these fakes
ain’t got no time to play
cuz i’m getting that cake
meanwhile these b-tches l8

verse 2
they doubted me
no one looked out for me
when i was down on knees begging please
no one helped me but myself b
got my mind right f-ck the anger
make this music
i’m living danger
and i’m power super like a power ranger
old friends be the maddest strangers
chunk the duces with my middle finger
better watch your n-gga cuz i am a taker
if he got paper and make ya n-gga blow me
like i’m made of vapors
main b-tches claim that they real be faker
i let’em think he’s hers cuz i am his maker
i used to rent apartments now i’m owning acres
and i got a n-gga sinking falling hard no anchor
live now love later
f-ck these haters
old friends say i’m tripping cuz i’m making paper
n-ggas in my koolaid don’t know the flavor
you should watch ya n-gga b-tch
don’t trust ya neighbor
they be calling trippij up for a f-cking flavor
make ya n-gga play with his d-ck
musty navel
leave a b-tch n-gga hanging when he wanna lay up
keep a n-gga b-tch mad cuz his d-ck won’t stay up

- trippij lyrics

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