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tripsixx - fucking awesome lyrics

[verse 1]
i prayed to god one day i be that n+gga
he must’ve heard me, now these b+tches telling me i’m triller
than most these other motherf+ckers talkin’ ’bout they realer
we don’t feel ya, i won’t save your hoe but i might steal her
hit your b+tch like a paink!ller
n+gga i ain’t worried ’bout none
you the forrest gump type, b+tch, i don’t ever run
talk nice, n+gga, i ain’t wanna fight, get hype and i might do ya some
kush clouds blocking out the sun, half a zone to the face til it all gone
that’s the type of sh+t we on, looking at me from beyond, saw you [?]
pop one, go dumb, f+ck sh+t up, slap a b+tch or some’
turn the f+ck up, no mute b+tton
getting money ’round here, whole crew thuggin’
kick her to the curb if she ain’t cutting
get so high that i can’t function
no new n+ggas, i don’t trust them
i stay finessing, keep jewels bussin’
two iphones and a mac, that’s futuristic trap sh+t
got a bentley and i’m passing it to my main chick while she push the whip
i’m getting it
little n+gga i’m getting it
came for the throne give a f+ck who defending it
my [?] swim in it
body [?] so somebody please call forensics

[hook]
getting paid two ways, call that bo jackson
never been to europe, she more wardrobe made in j+pan
clothes reek of fire sativa, call that higher fashion
stop askin’ where i got from
my swag ain’t for sale, can’t buy you none
i’m f+cking awesome
two bad b+tches down to spend the night
i’m on the highway swerving side to side
live it up, i give a f+ck if i die tonight
i’m f+cking awesome

[verse 2]
i’m running through downtown real slow
tinted windows, destination the lord only knows
[?]
don’t study none of these hoes
get what i want, then i go
got all types of highs for my lows
never love [?] off the [?]
everywhere we go look like a scene out of blow
[?] only time coming, got ’em on death row
tell a hater choke on a d+ck die slow
ain’t no game, all i do is spit flame, pyro
n+ggas don’t want it with triple sixx
extended clip aim for your head n+gga, better lie low
shout out my connect, thumbing through them bands, i be playing with a check
got your main chick wet when i splash off in that b+tch, no life vest
with the best take five blunts straight to the chest
y’all n+ggas deserve a partic+p+nt ribbon (loser)
you ain’t f+cking with me (no)
not a f+ck given (ha)
what it look like, n+gga?
white line after line drinking hard liquor
go hard ’til the sun shine through the window
live fast, get paid, die young, the agenda
fake trendsetters need to fall back
supreme [?] logos i been on that
my b+tch came straight outta [?]
don’t front like she ain’t bad (i see you lookin’)
don’t front like you ain’t mad when i come through stuntin’ little n+ggas like ya dad
we are not comrades, we ain’t even in the same category
i’m f+cking awesome
[hook]
getting paid two ways, call that bo jackson
never been to europe, she more wardrobe made in j+pan
clothes reek of fire sativa, call that higher fashion
stop askin’ where i got from
my swag ain’t for sale, can’t buy you none
i’m f+cking awesome
two bad b+tches down to spend the night
i’m on the highway swerving side to side
live it up, i give a f+ck if i die tonight
i’m f+cking awesome, i’m f+cking awesome
i’m f+cking awesome, i’m f+cking awesome
i’m f+cking awesome, i’m f+cking awesome
i’m f+cking awesome, i’m f+cking awesome
i’m f+cking awesome
two bad b+tches down to spend the night
i’m on the highway swerving side to side
live it up, i give a f+ck if i die tonight
i’m f+cking awesome

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