Trippin

I'll be working hard for that money
Daily on the grind for my shorty
But you be on my ass like a pot a glue
Making sitions bout some bitches when its only you

I know that coming from your friends who ain't got no man
They be like pigeons who be shittin on your fing head
And for that bread they be curled up inside your bed
Ain't got no time just be working on my bread instead
Better believe that

Ya trippin, ya trippin

I can be all what you want me to be but
This is not the fing military im free
You don't like what you see, ain't no problem with me
Ya trippin

I can be all what you want me to be but
This is not the fing military im free
You don't like what you see, ain't no problem with me
Ya trippin

Ya trippin, ya trippin

Shorty play your cards right
Then i'll take you all alone tonight
To the party on the block baby
Poppin champagne in the spot
In the back of the club till six o'clock
In the dawn going in
On that ass in the sheets imma win
Imma be your shortstop droppin bombs i'll never stop
Tappin on them bases you making all them faces now im trippin

I can be all what you want me to be but
This is not the fing military im free
You don't like what you see, ain't no problem with me
Ya trippin

I can be all what you want me to be but
This is not the fing military im free
You don't like what you see, ain't no problem with me
Ya trippin

Ya trippin, ya trippin



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Writer(s): Curtis Roach
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