Propr lee - Trippin On Me lyrics
[INTRO: Propr Lee] Miami is on fire The city is live Clubs packed Women walking the streets Bottles poppin Money falling from the sky And these n***as trippin on me Trippin on [HOOK: Propr Lee] Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all n***as trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But these n***as keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on [VERSE: 1 Propr Lee] s**ing my teeth Haters can s** on my D I been working every mother f**ing day Y'all n***as been hating everyday of the week Leave me alone Stuck in high speed I puff until my f**ing eyes bleed Sirens all in f**ing neighborhood Boy I swear it ain't good Where a n***a find sleep Feel me though So I hit the club right And I ain't got to loosen my tie Walked in that b**h Like a n***a ran sh** Cus a n***a ran sh** I ain't even gonna lie Got mad b**hes to my left and my right They all got friends and they all at least nine They gonna be ten in little more time With a little more drinks And a little more lime Pour it up Wetting my beak And she gets wet when I speak And I ain't got to beat around the bush While she lick around the gla** Cus she already know she wanna leave Propr Lee But what do I see Some n***as looking like they want beef But I dont give a f** Cause a n***a gonna f** Why them lames act tough Go home and beat meat Sad sh** [Hook: Propr Lee] Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all n***as trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But these n***as keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on [VERSE 2: Chris the Cooker] She said I'm way too much to handle But she quick to blow a n***a like a candle They trippin on me like I broke the pavement Like I came up to the table with no reservations Man f** y'all and y'all damn rules Might take a flight back to Cancoon Just to get away from you f** n***as Might f** around and be lunch n***a Playing around with that cash rules I do this sh** cus I plan to Better pay that man before its past due My hoes never basic Flow can't replace it No time for patience They mad I'm the boy That went to becoming the man And that's how we do it my n***a Them bottles be popping Them b**hes be watching me That sh** is all facade When they claim that they do this sh** Don't do it properly And ain't nobody stopping me [Hook: Propr Lee] Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all n***as trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But these n***as keep trippin on me Trippin on Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere But y'all keep trippin on me Trippin on