Trippin'

What
Call me when she uh
Call me when she uh

Call me when she uh
Call me when you uh
Call me when you uh
What

Smoove
Call me when she drunk, told her I'll be over in the morning
She say I gotta come now, like right now cause she horny
She can't call her main man cause he don't eat her ass and he boring

Zirconia on her finger, match her earrings and her wrist
skin look brown just like some tea I wanna drank her like a Brisk
Satin bed sheets I get in, college dorm room, it's a twin

I'm tryna fuck with her roommate and her roommate got a friend, that got a friend and they fine
I'm fuckin' with it, if she fuckin' with it, I ain't lyin
K. Smoove cuffed a couple mid-bitches, kept some bad bitches on the side huh
Huh line, huh drama, ain't got the time

Pull up to the car wash, hop out the Mac up on the dime
Manifesting business, coochie murder, leave no witness

Then she asked to hit the blunt, she left her cup over the sittin
Coughin' up her lungs, she hit the bleezy start ignition
Then that pussy got the throbbin', now her legs up to the ceiling
Shawty fuck me good, I wish I could pay her tuition

Up and down just like suspension, raining wasn't her intentions
She be on her vegan shit and I be bout my chicken
Smokin' shit, it smell like chitlins, auntie cookin' in the kitchen

Lame ass niggas in her mentions wanna get hit with extensions
bout these bitches I ain't trippin', bout my bitch I get to trippin', huh

Bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin' huh bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin' huh bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin'



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Writer(s): Kenneth Camp
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