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tritip - no shame lyrics

[intro: taro]
yeah pop one, then it go three
hot box in this club and it’s all me
ahhhh

[verse 1: taro]
getting’ lost while i’m sippin’ lean, sippin’ it up
i’m on fire, but this ice got me drippin’ a ton
all of these b-tches got me up, yeah i’m runnin’ it up
and ya wifey wanna f-ck, yeah she grabbin’ my duck
i’m in a new dimension, and it feelin’ all right
did i forget to mention? ya b-tch treatin’ me nice
drop a net on a necklace, yeah i’m feelin’ i might
b-tches have me for breakfast, suck me like a gallon of sprite

[verse 2: barlos]
we goin’ way back
you never supported, why you fake that
now i’m sittin’ pretty in a maybach
while you b-tches sittin’ wishin’ that i came back
woah
you ain’t talking money gotta stop boy (stop boy)
thinkin’ you is top 5 but you not boy (not boy)
got a 12 car garage that’s a lot boy (lot boy)
ayy call me lil tunechi i’m a hot boy ahh
i just flew some b-tches down from aviano
imma give her d staccato or we go legato
she gon’ swallow my risotto after making her vibrato
hop up in the el camino cause we new sopranos (grraahh)
louis on my body and it’s gettin’ frigid (gettin’ frigid)
iced out rolle countin’ every digit (every digit)
ain’t worried ‘bout the b-tches
i’m worried ‘bout the business
i’m comin’ in this b-tch and you all a witness

[verse 3: 2jaimz]
i’m boutta slide like a gokart
she got no heart, no bra
living so large, so far (so far)
i’m higher than a solar
never pull out like a molar
boutta blow up, i could fall out (i could fall out)
i got four broads
chillin’ on my sofa
givin’ me m-ssages
in the places where i won’t start (won’t start)
getting’ lit when it’s so dark
golf carts in the twilight zone
with my phone off, blunt sparked
yooo slow the f-ck down, i’m around (hold up)
too much thinkin’ boutta make my brain wanna throw up
too much drinkin’ she gon give me brain wanna load up
if the b-tch yak on my tip, i’m about to go nuts
i got no heart, i got no brain (stupido)
got no hairline receding f-ck ya rogain
i got lebron’s game with the propane
‘cause we headline seating in the front
ain’t got no shame

[outro: taro]
yeah pop one, then it go three
hot box in this club and it’s all me
no shame, i’m loud, i’m icy
where i be, that’s where she wanna be
(ooohs)
yeah pop one then it go three
hot box in this club and it’s all me
no shame, i’m loud, i’m icy
where i be, that’s where she wanna be

- tritip lyrics

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