That's All
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I've been feeling low
Don't know what to do
I am going with the flow
I don't know
What's love
Broken heart, empty headed
Pain.. I don't know what to do
You left me like my dad Like my dad when I was nine
Like bro
Lil Trippy
Lil Trippy
Lil Trippy lets go
I just gotta keep that shit on my mind
Tryna stay on my grind
But fuck that hoe
You just gotta keep that shit on a low
Imma fuck that hoe and that hoe too
You just gotta go to the top
I just gotta go to the top
You know I am not on a race
I go.. been on top
And I am gonna stay there
Your bitch gotta be slow as fuck
Bitch take a mother fucking dash to fuck
I don't even know whatcha talking about
But baby I just gotta make some money and that's all it
What the fuck is this?
You don't even know what I am talking about but fuck it
I just gotta do what I gotta do
Man fuck that hoe and fuck that hoe too
I just gotta do what I gotta do
Mother fucker Dior shoes I got them
Mother fucker talk that diss
I got no time for that shit
Bitch talking diss
But suck my dick
What the fuck is this?
Nobody talks shit about me
Keep on dissing bitch
I just gotta make some hits and that's all it
Keep talking shit
That makes me happy
That's all it, Oh
Na, na
Na, na
Aight lets go
You just gotta know, low
Fuck that bitch and fuck that hoe, Oh
And Your mother fucker is a boat
Yea, lil trippy, tripping on a mother fucking shit Lewi
I've been smoking all this weed you know it
I know mother fucker
She been sucking on my dick on a low
She calls me daddy
What the fuck that mean?
I don't even have a child or something
Bitch whatcha talking about hoe?
Oh
I got no time for that shit
You just gotta do what you need
I just gotta do what I gotta do
But baby fuck you too
You hurt my feelings
I got no time for that shit
Lamborghini I just ordered that shit
Oh man I might be dreaming or something
Fuck that, Up
I just gotta do
Whatcha gotta do?
Man you gotta walk on my shoes
And you'll know what pain is
Man then fuck you too
And fuck me too
Cause I've been through a lot
And I know you've been too
Don't compare that shit
Pain is equal, I don't wanna talk
But you just wanna fuck
Just hit my call
Cause baby I am on the way
Cause I am not looking for no love
Woah
You just gotta know bitch
And let me tell you something
Your bitch was calling on last night
I don't even know
She said "baby I miss your voice"
Like I don't even know
I don't even know
That bitch
Why she call on me daily
But I said fuck that hoe
I really got no time for that shit
You just gotta show
I am repping all these clothes
Designer, shoes
They been calling me a rich kid
But I am broke
I don't know man
I got no heart man
So why your bitch keeps on saying
"I need your heart man"
Like I got no time
I've been smoking weed
Man fuck all this shit
Fuck all this fame
Fuck all this shit
I don't even wanna talk with nobody
I been fighting with my demons
All night, all week
There was nobody
But not I am striving mother fucker bitch
Oh, oh




Lil Trippy, Trippy on a mother fucking hoe
Crimson on my dick