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Jay Steezy – Trippin lyrics

May 23, 2018 by Posted in: Lyrics

(feat. YG)

[Hook]
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga

[Jay Steezy]
Dippin I’m dippin I’m sippin’ on sythmpthzn
Bad bitches be making a scene when I leave em on seen
All of my niggas are about it they makin’ it cream
Gettin’ that paper these niggas are feelin’ the vemon
They sippin’ on lean
All of my niggas are keen
I am the alfa and omega man fuck how feel
Trip all you want but we never gonna be over
Started with the rover you’ll never catch me sober
I’ve been the underdog I’m slick in my dog house
Niggas be actin’ all harder
I am the prada
Makin’ your girl wanna hella
I’m the bank that your girl wish she had loud
Music we gonna make
Niggas be taking that photo
All of my niggas are plug
All of my niggas are Pablo
Rolled it up that’s E double R’s on my
Number plate
All these niggas be trippin’ and tippin you can
Trip on my toe doe
Trippin’ and tippin’ you can trip on my toe doe

[Hook]
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga

[YG]
Uhh fake nigga I’m the real one
I stay true to my real ones
Niggas niggas hatin’
Me n my niggas killin’ shows
Gold chains on my chest
I never chase no bitch
I keep it real on this game
I stay fresh on this game
The gone really hate me I sold my soul
I’m coming so scary you feeling this beat
Dam lord forgive me now
It’s kinda scary how it goes now
Told my babe mama chill out
You see me in the booth I’m speakin the truth
Money money money over bitchs
Came up you never showed up
I’m flexin on y’all niggas you fed up
Told my ex some shit doe
Fake love ain’t shit to me
I stay real to my real ones
Yeah yeah

[Hook]
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga
All these haters hatin’ coz I’m flexin’ with my homie
Tell em I said fuck all em doe
On my grind gettin’ paper niggas know I’m about it
All I hear is talkin’ talkin’ why you trippin’ my nigga


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