Michael Christmas
Michael Christmas - Y'all Trippin' songtekst
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Y'all Trippin' (Sk) Y'all Trippin' (Oi) Y'all Trippin' (Rt) Y'all Trippin' (Rt) Why Y'all Trippin'? (Yy) Call a dude and go, squad up It's the homeless section, Have my nigga, og through Its a roasting session Who the fuck brought these niggas? I say no to questions Been losing since 94', so I know the lesson Spend my money all on kicks, I don't if that's mistake That's what happened at 19, You get broke and reckless Remember being six years old, Nigga stole my necklace If I see the niggas again, hope they broke and debted I be in the car just laughing, cause I know the lessons Cheap code, flow go, hard to go home, Eve Ho taught me Don't love no hoe (Who?) But I love all hoes, that's just how this shit go Let a foe try to throw the box, I be at the door When I tell your friends about it, I got fans and shit, hoe Cause it Rah-Rah hippidie who? My art is superballs coming from the basement to rooftops Y'all tripping, Tripping, falling, can't get up, Cause I'm finna go hand like Wall-E gross (???) Fuck you 'till uncle Sam, old Sally getting blamed Least I never rode the bench, coffee blacking It's all starting to make sense Check the stats and it's me that the odds against Check the fax and I almost payed the rent But this hat, nigga, know I had to get it Standing with my white sonata in exhibit Ride deep, pimp, nigga, might get some bitches Asian girl told me that she seen me on Pigeons Shout to John Tannas, that's the John stock a sis Use the Garry painting 'till you get the magic on your shit I'm the school psa, messages for Michael Christmas Put the guns away, lets have some fun today with Drugs and drinking The fried brain cells make you see color pitches, Got my hair long, I'm sitting on the stew, mother, sister, ah! I do the right thing for my fam, but the mash pit I go marsh deep for the fam