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Big Trip - Lyrical Exercise Lyrics



Big Trip - Lyrical Exercise Lyrics
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Uh-huh
Yeah
Woah
F*cked around and spilled the drank
Now a whole pack of papers, man, I gotta throw away
Your bitch don't mean nothin' to me, I just got that throat today
You put that bitch on layaway
Makin' down payments on that pussy
You're a monster
Doper than that shit that killed Chris Tucker in dead presidents
I'm heaven-sent, my nigga, you irrelevant
Name a nigga better that's reppin' this CLE shit
We came up together, always knew you wasn't gon' be shit
Rollin' up a tree limb, I'm always puffin' pressure
Know you heard about my other shit, don't come around with them extras
Top-notch hoes, they already know the message
I ain't even gotta say it, get the most and not the lesser
Hope you learned your lesson
Don't come around here f*ckin' up my blessings
No, we don't do no flexin
Better back back, back back give me like 32 feet
Before my brother Jue he swing, you missin' 32 teeth
You know we 32 deep
In any function club rockin',sub knockin' bitches, flock to the kid
Pussy poppin', smokin' chopsticks, we about to take a trip
And you already know, bitch, I do it big
Uh, Ray-Bans on my eyes, I tell no lies, you know I'm faded, bitch
You ain't on the team, you get no jersey, yeah, you traded, bitch
Steady smokin' flavors, bitch, lemon cherry with the snow cap
Headband, no cap, got me out of my mind
French fried on Cali Vapors, rollin' papers, I don't f*ck with the woods
Bitch, you couldn't do it like this
I know you wish you could, bitch
I know you wish you could
I know you, I know you, I know you wish you could
I know you, I know you, I know you, I know you wish you could
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English

Uh-huh
Yeah
Woah
F*cked around and spilled the drank
Now a whole pack of papers, man, I gotta throw away
Your bitch don't mean nothin' to me, I just got that throat today
You put that bitch on layaway
Makin' down payments on that pussy
You're a monster
Doper than that shit that killed Chris Tucker in dead presidents
I'm heaven-sent, my nigga, you irrelevant
Name a nigga better that's reppin' this CLE shit
We came up together, always knew you wasn't gon' be shit
Rollin' up a tree limb, I'm always puffin' pressure
Know you heard about my other shit, don't come around with them extras
Top-notch hoes, they already know the message
I ain't even gotta say it, get the most and not the lesser
Hope you learned your lesson
Don't come around here f*ckin' up my blessings
No, we don't do no flexin
Better back back, back back give me like 32 feet
Before my brother Jue he swing, you missin' 32 teeth
You know we 32 deep
In any function club rockin',sub knockin' bitches, flock to the kid
Pussy poppin', smokin' chopsticks, we about to take a trip
And you already know, bitch, I do it big
Uh, Ray-Bans on my eyes, I tell no lies, you know I'm faded, bitch
You ain't on the team, you get no jersey, yeah, you traded, bitch
Steady smokin' flavors, bitch, lemon cherry with the snow cap
Headband, no cap, got me out of my mind
French fried on Cali Vapors, rollin' papers, I don't f*ck with the woods
Bitch, you couldn't do it like this
I know you wish you could, bitch
I know you wish you could
I know you, I know you, I know you wish you could
I know you, I know you, I know you, I know you wish you could
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Writer: Delmar Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Big Trip
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Delmar Lewis
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