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lirik lagu c.e.m.b. - trippin'**

[verse 1]
need to find time
need time to find
just to recline
just to write a rhyme
just to free my mind
‘cus this year got me trippin’
this right here got me thinkin’
all these bags that we flippin’
calling shots from the hyatt
all my brothers profit from a riot
from the chaos the cause lost
can’t have that as a boss
seeing another great name on a cross
and the police got me p~ssed off
got me tearin’ up
man this too much
too too young
my little brother with a pole
they ain’t built like us
momma in the hospital
f~ck this virus
why it like this
more diamonds
they flawless
more garments
no stylist
guess my life is a movie
white folk talkin’ bout’ that suit don’t suit me
f~ck that f~ck you and the police
that boy got no heater don’t shoot please
[refrain]

i need it i need it
i need it i need it
run it up i need it i need it

[~~big slatt]
“you don’t know ting about me okay. leave me ‘lone man. i just want the money. i’ll get back with you when i’m done okay.”

[chorus]

i don’ spent
i don’
i don’ spent bout hunnid bands on her nigha
whoa whoa i’m comin’
i’m comin’
i’m comin’ in your lane ready to clash with you nigha
big 6 yeah 6
6 golds in my mouth like an old english can lil nigha
i wrote my verse with three bars like an adidas stan smith nighaa

[sektorr verse]

f~ck your little hoe maybe move on to her sis
like kobe b~tch shoot shots no assist
i been gettin’ to this money lookin’ at wrist it’s drip
nighas talkin’ sh~t like they really have it
i’m wrapping all these beats ‘cus nigha i got the habit
talkin’ all this sh~t lil nigha you can’t get it
gettin’ on the neck the ice is so frigid
these nighas can never hit it
backwoods can never get ’em
i’m gettin’ to this money
stack it up to the ceiling
[verse 2]

crazy how we dying to be living
2020 ain’t the year got me trippin’
feds given
jurisdiction
to be k!llin’
my brodas
i hate it
i’m trippin’
staying sane
stay steady sippin’
need another prescription
need a discussion
got a mothaph~cka trippin’
pulp fiction
need a
need a
get gasp of air
we getting close but this state still unfair
act right of you say your aware
i don’ seen it all
i know you can’t fix it all
brothers trippin’ off of colors
b~tches trippin’ off of rubbers
they don’t want to see you shine
feel the need for a cutter
imma grind
imma get a bag imma get another
pay another fine
these mothaph~cken taxes
better pay for them classes
better not be payin’ for some donuts
that’s what made this country go nuts
a public lynching paid by federal funds
[chorus]

- lirik lagu c e m b

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