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trippythakid - fuck howard johnson lyrics

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intro:

sheesh, oh
i’m using a…
i’m a sock right now as a pop filter and this sh+t smells
grabbed a dirty one
(cool whip, b+tch ass, b+tch)
uh
yuh yuh

i just been open a brew (brewsky)
look at what trippy might do (ouch)
boy, is it trippin’ your brain (government)
tryin’ to show you the truth
back down, baskin’, chillin’n in the sun beam
so f+cked up i don’t remember anything
slap that ass to the beat while i’m bumpin’
trust me, the [?] gonna f+ck me

(i go)

tweet tweet a birdy (hoo)
it told me that you dirty (woah)
see me in thirty (yuuh)
a kid ain’t got no worries (nope)
go retweet my videos
i’ve been getting so drunk that i didn’t know
leedle leedle lee hit one d+mn million
now i gotta celebrate, trick, let’s get it own
walkin’ outside feelin’ like it’s best day ever (ever, ever)
80 degrees in the sun, yeah it can’t get better (never, never)
[?] wanna use my songs in his vids, i let him (i let him, i let him)
you wanna talk big talk so go and i get him (i get him, i get him)

i don’t really wanna black out no more
smokin’ too much, can’t see my lord
call me excalibur when i [?] my sword
never [?] trippy cuz you stole my board
wanna be coming that’s why i got to toast
where the f+ck am i? don’t know my coast
i’m in the forest, the whole beast i roast (i roast)
i’m gonna join, the whole team go ghost

i don’t want to have to be the one to tell you the truth (oh)
all these people talkin’ so i let them do what they do (just do it)
i’m a maserati, b+tch, you in the pt you cruise (hahaa)

ain’t n0body beat tricky
test me b+tch, i swear that you lose

i don’t wanna be a chicken
i don’t wanna be a duck
so l!ck my f+ckin nut (quack quack)

i don’t wanna be a addicted
but i never get enough
of the stuff i f+ckin’ love ([?])
p+ssy wanna talk like f+ck that
got robbed but i got my bucks back
everybody love it when i bump tracks
little trippy isn’t little he just fat (uh)

used to get drunk in the bleeters, 2002 for spoke up to my teacher, yuh (yeehaw)
i got a new pair of sneakers
running for the moon and blowin’ your d+mn speakers, uh
at least a hundred and [?] turn
now i be boppin’ the guap with them fiji, yeah (yeehaw)
h+llo it’s so nice to meetcha
i been in the fourth, of course i [?], yeah

i grab a bottle of booze (glug, glug, glug)
(?) got nothing to do (nope)
(?) ot nothing to lose (no)
i’m tryna smoke on the roof (oh hi)
coughin’ ’til i’m seein’ stars
livin’ in my visions but (?) a whole bar (yuh)
trippy be higher than mars
drivin’ while i’m trippin’ and im flippin’ the whole car, yeah

we just got back from the hotel
dressed up in nothin’ but oh well
open your investor nomail
trippy gets hundreds a d+mn day, yuh
p+ssy, you chatchin’ a d+mn fate, yuh
eyes are under a d+mn eigth (?) (wait)
eyes are under a d+mn guap (?) ,ey
nothin’ to get us on d+mn top

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