Tom MacDonald – Trippin

Tom MacDonald – Trippin Lyrics

Artist: Tom MacDonald
Song: Trippin

It’s Mr. Mac
If uh, if you don’t do what I say then
Don’t be runnin’ around sayin’ you do what I do
Mac

They think I’m trippin’, I’m like “what the f#ck they sippin on?”
Man I ain’t trippin’, I still run it while I’m lying down
They think I’m trippin’, I’m like “f#ck, they must be high now”
I run this m#th*rf#ck*r while I’m lying down [I do

Work, work, I’m not even tryin’ dawg
Work, work, what you applyin’ for?
Work, work, why you working dawg?
Middle fingers to the cops in the clouds fammo

I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know why they jealous
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know why they trippin’
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know why they jealous
Okay, yeah I do, me and my people are with all the b#tches

I’m gettin’ Paris p#ss#, they gettin’ hairy p#ss#
They a gang of cats, I’m curiosity
You know what they say about that, curiosity killed the cat
And that’s okay, I’m in the UK, and my team straight and your crew gay

But ain’t sh#t wrong with that, ain’t no sh#t wrong with that
Don’t get me wrong, there ain’t no b#llsh#t wrong with that
I call your girl bad weed cause she shake
I call your girl bad weed cause she shake

Top down, heat on
Layin’ down shotty with the seat gone
Blunt lit, fun b#tch
Foot on the gas like a drunk b#tch

Long hair, don’t care
Two b#tches suck my dick, none of that fake #ss rapper sh#t
Two b#tches just sucked my dick
Top down, heat on

Layin’ down shotty with the seat gone
Blunt lit, fun b#tch
Foot on the gas like a drunk b#tch
Long hair, don’t care

Two b#tches suck my dick, none of that fake #ss rapper sh#t
Two b#tches just sucked my dick
Work, work, I’m not even tryin’ dawg
Work, work, what you applyin’ for?

Work, work, why you working dawg?
Middle fingers to the cops in the clouds fammo
I ain’t f#ckin’ round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight and I don’t even aim low

I ain’t f#ckin’ round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your b#tch out in some lace clothes
I made it rain in the day, she came rainbows

Uh, your girl rolled two and I blazed those
She just hung up on my dick like a raincoat
Work
Work

Work
Work
I said work hoe
I said work hoe

I said work hoe
I said work hoe
I ain’t f#ckin’ round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight and I don’t even aim low

I ain’t f#ckin’ round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your b#tch out in some lace clothes
I made it rain in the day, she came rainbows

Uh, your girl rolled two and I blazed those
She just hung up on my dick like a raincoat
Work
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Release Year: 2019