Big Trippin Freestyle

Yo, who really run the Northeast
Shit, I'll hop in the whip and drive that bitch

Look, you better do what I say like Simon
As I eat the beat like a sandwich from Slyman's or Rallys
Lofi is right up my alley, I bump that from the Northeast to the Valley uh
Gotta bald head and beard like Stalley or Stalley
I'm only talk chickens cause its early in the mornin
I'm slightly retarded before I hit marijuana, so pardon
I remember cloudy days but its sunny right now
Boy listen, before I write hook like Sonny Liston
Gon be talking with a lisp, I hit never miss, class is dismissed
Come here boo give me kiss
Oh thats ya chick, no disrespect
I'm a very smart man wit a little intellect
As I project these bars of fury
Which one of you raggedy bitches called security

We wanna glo
We wanna trip
We wanna go
We wanna fly
We wanna skip
We wanna stroll
We wanna grow
We wanna fly, fly, fly
Wanna fly
Wanna fly

We wanna glo
We wanna trip
We wanna go
We wanna fly
We wanna skip
We wanna stroll
We wanna grow
We want to fly
Want to fly
Want to fly, so I'm gon fly
Can't tell me I ain't fly, I know I'm so fly
Aye lets go



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Writer(s): Marcel Mccollough
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