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Correct Trippy Bounce Lyrics
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Thinmint cookie, roll an ounce Buy ten bottles, pop ‘em now We'll get drunk as fuck if you’re down Or I pour up in 100 ounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Geeked up when I take a perky So I slam dunk like James Worthy Spray all ten bottles of champagne They love to call me mister perfect Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, you know Flippa gon' bust it down Car cost more than 100 thou Don't act like I ain't been around I'm a young OG, I get low while I'm in any town White Lou's, blue cheese dressing Stack four and hold it, yes that's my profession Shift into M and I race to the exit Wells Flippa Fargo, got credit and debit She wan' get sexual, Flippa's impeccable They doubled my bag so I cleared off my schedule Baby booty juicy vegetable edible I count up big commas, I came from the decimals Trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy trippy Cocaine, cornbread, Jiffy Jiffy She pretty but I still gave her a quicky I'm geeked up, I don't know if she drunk or she tipsy If there's an issue you know I kill it Block on fire, block on hot like a skillet My young nigga lost and he's scared to appeal it Grill him with the gold then barbecue grill it Hennessy drinker but she'll do the D'usse If they make the new hundreds I don't fuck with Green Bay Wake me up in September like I'm Green Day Put the Beamer up, today's a Celine day Thinmint cookie, roll an ounce Buy ten bottles, pop ‘em now We'll get drunk as fuck if you’re down Or I pour up in 100 ounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Geeked up when I take a perky So I slam dunk like James Worthy Spray all ten bottles of champagne They love to call me mister perfect Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce I'm the richest young nigga you know When I run through all these bitches, they stay on their toes Got my first check and split half with my bro Count up my rolls in front of the old liquor store Niggas need me more than I need them Told that lil bitch pop that pussy like that shit was Vicodin We used to stay out all day We couldn't wait 'til them packages came in, boy hey I used to dream about diamonds, now a nigga shining Now a nigga got bitches blinded Spent 180 cash on whip, no rental Pink slip, pink slip, you feel me I can't stop 'til a young nigga kill me I can't stop 'til like, never This for my mama, my niggas keep armor My bitch mixed, I call her Arnold Palmer Can't wait 'til I palm her My niggas be growing that gas like a farmer I know that you smell it Brother locked up for the way that he selled it Everybody rich, you let 'em tell it In the booth right now with a sixty on me These niggas be frontin', these niggas jabronies Don't call my phone, bitch nigga you not my homie These niggas bitches, all these niggas be cloning Lil Boat Thinmint cookie, roll an ounce Buy ten bottles, pop ‘em now We'll get drunk as fuck if you’re down Or I pour up in 100 ounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Geeked up when I take a perky So I slam dunk like James Worthy Spray all ten bottles of champagne They love to call me mister perfect Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce I been that man since way back in the day Write a whole book about how to get paid Some of these niggas just ain't got no business The grudges ain't in 'em, they can't get no cake I get that shit like it's fresh off the boat I got a chick that come fresh off the coast We get together and get to this cheddar I'd run out of air 'fore I run out of dough Pour up and let's pop a bean Roll up some green, I got a pint of blue dream Shawty I got what you need Don't be afraid, relax and take two of these My favor gon' cost a fee Fuck who you is, homie ain't nothing for free I'm at every Laker game wearing 80 chains Nigga can't be looking for me I press a button, it's a go Shooters coming where you stay You must think I'm bluffin', choppas get to bustin' Ain't no time to get away Sipping dirty lemonade A super model for a maid You just party on the weekends I be turning up every day Thinmint cookie, roll an ounce Buy ten bottles, pop ‘em now We'll get drunk as fuck if you’re down Or I pour up in 100 ounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Geeked up when I take a perky So I slam dunk like James Worthy Spray all ten bottles of champagne They love to call me mister perfect Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce Trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce, trippy trippy bounce
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