Trip

Ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah

I gotta ride with my gun on safety
So I don't go shootin' where yo' nigga be
Girl you dodging bullets tryna play me (you know it)
Then I'm left to deal with how you made me

Got a whole lot of love, ain't tryna waste it
You got me runnin' around and I never chase it (yeah)
Your face so pretty to me, makeup ain't make it (nah)
Your face so pretty to me, makeup can't make it

But I think that I'm done trippin',
I'm trip-trippin' (woah, woah, right)
I've been sippin', that's how I control (woah, right, right, woah)
This feelin', you keep givin' (woah, right, yeah)
And I keep on hittin' it, you know (woah)
I could be the perfect young nigga for ya (alright)
Baby girl, your love got me trippin' on you (alright)
You know my love is big enough, got you trippin' on me (what)
Yeah it's big enough got you trippin' on me
Trip, trippin' on me
My bad, it's your bad,
for you trippin' on me (trippin' on me, yeah, what, right)
My bad, it's your bad, for you trippin' on me (trippin' on me)



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Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Quintin Gulledge, Ella Mai Howell, Varren Wade
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