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trippsy & tonightshesgone - shootin Lyrics



trippsy & tonightshesgone - shootin Lyrics
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Hahaha, Uhh
I'm f*cked up bro
Oh, she keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Yeah I like that shit
Uh, she keep hating on my songs, yeah, oh
She keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Like I'm Carti, f*ck it up
I feel like Kenji, cause I love purple
I'm in my guys, got a small circle
F*cked up- I'm a drug person
I keep changing, got different versions (yeah, uh)
Demons wondering, I'm Cena, cause I fight back, uh
Only way I vent-
Is put that shit on my tracks, uh
F*ck that bitch
'Member when she wants to ride dick, uh (uh)
She a lesbian, that hoe got a side chick (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, that hoe got a side chick
I'm posted up like I'm a titan
Yo bitch pull up and get a ride
We catch the opps and we gon' slide in (damn)
We sliding, we fighting (ye)
Dirty in my double cup, I feel just like Poseidon
Yo bitch she try to call me up
I'm f*ckin' to quit, I'm counting my chips
I'm in the black town beds with the tents
They blessing my side, they blessing my hips
That boy talkin' tough, then I'm loading the clip
That boy talkin' tough and then he gon' snitch
I cut out the henny, I'm Tito
I'm buying my lonely shit for the purple
I'm smoking a Cuban, feel like Churchill
I feel like number one
I had to crawl up out the mud
Yo bitch is fat a'f*ck
She need to face it finna tuck me tight
I'm sipping dirt straight from my curse
I'm sipping dirty, double up
I'm sipping on some potent punch
And I feelin' faded
I wanna hop in a spaceship
I wanna hop in a skepak, race it
I pop a perk, I know it's late, bitch
Time for the pops, I got a fakie
Hate it (hate it)
I gotta stay sturdy till I'm 80
I know some people who hate it
Sadly I wish the bros on late switch (grah)
Yeah, I got a bitch
I'm not basic
F*ck all the people that hated
One day she want my love
Next day she don't-
Got different faces
Count these bitches, one, two, three, four, Space Laces
None of these want real love, bruh
Have to face it
She keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Like I'm Carti, f*ck it up
I feel like Kenji, cause I love purple
I'm in my guys, got a small circle
F*cked up- I'm a drug person
I keep changing, got different versions (yeah, uh)
Demons wondering, I'm Cena, cause I fight back, uh
Only way I vent-
Is put that shit on my tracks, uh
F*ck that bitch
'Member when she wants to ride dick, uh (uh)
She a lesbian, that hoe got a side chick (yeah-yeah)
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Hahaha, Uhh
I'm f*cked up bro
Oh, she keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Yeah I like that shit
Uh, she keep hating on my songs, yeah, oh
She keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Like I'm Carti, f*ck it up
I feel like Kenji, cause I love purple
I'm in my guys, got a small circle
F*cked up- I'm a drug person
I keep changing, got different versions (yeah, uh)
Demons wondering, I'm Cena, cause I fight back, uh
Only way I vent-
Is put that shit on my tracks, uh
F*ck that bitch
'Member when she wants to ride dick, uh (uh)
She a lesbian, that hoe got a side chick (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, that hoe got a side chick
I'm posted up like I'm a titan
Yo bitch pull up and get a ride
We catch the opps and we gon' slide in (damn)
We sliding, we fighting (ye)
Dirty in my double cup, I feel just like Poseidon
Yo bitch she try to call me up
I'm f*ckin' to quit, I'm counting my chips
I'm in the black town beds with the tents
They blessing my side, they blessing my hips
That boy talkin' tough, then I'm loading the clip
That boy talkin' tough and then he gon' snitch
I cut out the henny, I'm Tito
I'm buying my lonely shit for the purple
I'm smoking a Cuban, feel like Churchill
I feel like number one
I had to crawl up out the mud
Yo bitch is fat a'f*ck
She need to face it finna tuck me tight
I'm sipping dirt straight from my curse
I'm sipping dirty, double up
I'm sipping on some potent punch
And I feelin' faded
I wanna hop in a spaceship
I wanna hop in a skepak, race it
I pop a perk, I know it's late, bitch
Time for the pops, I got a fakie
Hate it (hate it)
I gotta stay sturdy till I'm 80
I know some people who hate it
Sadly I wish the bros on late switch (grah)
Yeah, I got a bitch
I'm not basic
F*ck all the people that hated
One day she want my love
Next day she don't-
Got different faces
Count these bitches, one, two, three, four, Space Laces
None of these want real love, bruh
Have to face it
She keep hating on my songs
Getting drunk, bitch, fill my cup
I keep shooting like I'm Bond
Like I'm Carti, f*ck it up
I feel like Kenji, cause I love purple
I'm in my guys, got a small circle
F*cked up- I'm a drug person
I keep changing, got different versions (yeah, uh)
Demons wondering, I'm Cena, cause I fight back, uh
Only way I vent-
Is put that shit on my tracks, uh
F*ck that bitch
'Member when she wants to ride dick, uh (uh)
She a lesbian, that hoe got a side chick (yeah-yeah)
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Writer: Bennet Breuer
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Language: English
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Written by: Bennet Breuer

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