**** howard johnson (prod ZCR)
by TrippyThaKid
Sheesh, oh I'm using a, I'm using a sock right now as a pop filter and this shit smells Grabbed a dirty one (Cool whippin', bitch-ass, bitch) Uh Yuh, yuh I just been open a brew (Brewsky) Look at what Trippy might do (Ouch) Boy, is it trippin' your brain (Government) Tryin' to show you the truth Back down, baskin', chillin' in the sun beam So ****ed up, I don't remember anything Slap that ass to the beat while I'm bumpin' Trust me, the last bitch that ****ed me, ugly Tweet, tweet, a birdy (Hoo) It told me that you dirty (Woo) See me in thirty (Yuh) A kid ain't got no worries (Nope) Go retweet my videos I've been getting so drunk that I didn't know "Leedle Leedle Lee" hit one damn million Now I gotta celebrate, Trip', let's get it on Walkin' outside feelin' like it's best day ever (Ever, ever) 80 degrees in the sun, yeah, it can't get better (Never, never) People wanna use my songs in their vids, l let'em (I let 'em, I let 'em) You wanna talk big talk, so go and I get him (I get him, I get him) I don't really wanna black out no more Smokin' too much, can't see my Lord Call me Excalibur when I swing my sword Never Trippy 'cause you stole my board Wanna be coming that's why I got to toast Where the **** am I? Don't know my coast I'm in the forest, the whole beast I roast (I roast) I'm gonna join, the whole team go ghost I don't want to have to be the one to tell you the truth (Oh) All these people talkin' so I let them do what they do (Just do it) I'm a Maserati, bitch, you in the PT you cruise (Haha) Ain't nobody beat Trippy Test me, bitch, I swear that you lose I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so lick my ****in' nutsack (Quack, quack) I don't wanna be a addicted, but I never get enough of the stuff I ****in' love pet Pussy wanna talk like **** that Got robbed, but I got my bucks back Everybody love it when I bump tracks Little Trippy isn't little, he just fat (Uh) Used to get drunk in the bleachers 2012 for spoke up to my teacher, yuh (Yeehaw) I got a new pair of sneakers Running for the moon and blowin' your damn speakers up At least a hundred and feat turn Now I be boppin' the guap with them Fiji, yeah (Yeehaw) Hello, it's so nice to meetcha I been in the fourth, of course I'm a critic , yeah I grab a bottle of booze (Glug, glug, glug) Girl you got nothing to do (Nope) Girl you got nothing to lose (No) I'm tryna smoke on the roof (Oh, hi) Coughin' 'til I'm seein' stars Livin' in my visions but buying a whole bar (yuh) Trippy be higher than Mars Drivin' while I'm trippin' and I'm flippin' the whole car, yeah We just got back from the hotel Dressed up in nothin', but oh well Open your investor noMail Trippy gets hundreds a damn day, yuh Pussy, you chatchin' a damn fate, yuh Eyes are under a damn eigth (wait) Eyes are under a damn guap, ayy Nothin' to get us on damn top
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