Errrday Trippin

Well I'm the west side trigga
Bling chain on my key ring
And stitches
The bitches cunt drippin' on my stylo
Yeh! I've got kilos, I pop vinos, Gambino
Something on my shoes look really beau-bellino
These Ballerinos
Why I'm going faded
Flashes at the party, now the party is goin' crazy
Big phat butt, she just got me hallucinating
And the hours pass slowly, my bitch ain't sophisticated, a bad Catrina
Rigged Nina
Long hustle on my dough just like a real nigga
I deal 'n pop the blunts, Imma street nigga
Errrday trippin at job and I've got it going on
I've been
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Real real niggaz
Real real real niggaz
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Raised in the hood like the real real niggaz
Real real niggaz
Real real real niggaz
Real, real real real real niggaz
Big J against the world
Real real real real niggaz
Real real niggaz
Real real real niggaz
You already know what it is babe
Fuck it!



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