Trinidad James - Quez lyrics

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Trinidad James - Quez lyrics

(Ft. Fabo Of D4L, Danny Brown & Playa Fly) [Intro:] Alright dirt, let's go I'm too f**ed up I'm too f**ed up I'm too f**ed up I'm too f**ed up Hook: I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) sponsored links I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) James My n***a what you need? My n***a what you smoke? (ahhh) My n***a what you drink? (shots) My n***a h*mophobe? (man) Nosebleed, nosebleed My n***a, what you snort? I took a hundred shrooms I need a hundred more! I need a trippy b**h f** all Hennessy She got that Miley Cyrus white girl shaking Now what you shake, puss? Now what you shake, puss? (watch) Now what you shake, that! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Hook: I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm still seeing spaceships on banging! I'm too f**ed up! I need a trippy b**h, ratchet b**h The one that like the d** She addicted to the club Ain't with the cute sh** I'm looking for a hundred piece That's got the real freak in her blood I'm two f**ed up, already doubled up And bands will get her naked like a birthday Bougie, cute, gold digger Hold up, you got the wrong n***a in the first place I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater Wet and hot, running like a meter Telling me, all she want me to do is beat it Got her leaking by the litre So I eat her 'cause it's sweeter I need a real trippy b**h when I'm f**ed up Ain't with that cute sh** in my spaceship Gas blowing on your way out Tell your home girl to come in 'Cause your a** can't stay here! Oh sh**, that was' Your a** can't stay up! Smoke bird! Hell yeah I play with my nose I got powder stains on designer clothes I be rolling off of them crystals Got a n***a brain feeling like a large missile God damn right, off them' b**h I'm balling, blow my whistle Smoking on a Bobby Johnson Got felatio at my concert 'till all my hoes stopping Knocking on till all them hoes stopping Got my co*k all up in her noggin Knock to the max when she be shopping And she calling calling me daddy Got road head up in that Cddy And she the driver and I can't explain nothing But I know one thing it was... I be higher than a motherf**er Uh, f**ed up, turned' I wanna f**, she wanna f** So we hit the BP to grab a rum Copped a Fiji and a box of matches Hit that b**h with that arm and hammer Dope dick, stay focused Need a trippy b**h... I got a 20oz, couple lines in it Half of bar.. but sure I'm finished Heart beat sound like I'm playing tennis Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists Looking for a trippy b**h That cute sh** I ain't with that Ratchet b**hes getting turned up Off a couple pills and a six pack Hook: I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I need a trippy b**h, I ain't with that cute sh** I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up (I'm too f**ed up) I'm too f**ed up, yeah I'm too f**ed up! My crew f**ed up My boio f**ed up They rubbed me up too much That made me tough So now I'm too turned up on O-Zs and... I be in chronic city pyer fly to funky town Codeine and prometh, toss them, next dead and was them down Pop me a roxy, Percocet or a lower tab I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna, I'm going mad 'I get all dizzy, who get all dizzy Set that sh** back I'm crowning They still live by the now, Fly, need my b**hes fire I need my b**hes his high So high we getting sky Til they can't take no more now they fly They soaking wet, never try And overflow of supply The truth they cannot deny And giving only a try No hoe, no owe me no lie Keep dummy promises from me The influence I'm under But I'm on top of this money Say, what's funny honey Don't see no laughing stock Not your Winnie the Pooh But do want into your honey pot (I do!) Turn down the giggle box Turned her kiss my spot Gyrating and motivating on chemicals Recreating Woodstock I wish I would stop Like they say turn down for what? Before they turned get crunk I come to get n***as buck And now they stuck with me And trill and buck with me I need a trippy b**h to come get f**ed up with me [Outro:] Holla, holla, holla up, man Y'all just heard that sh**? Man, y'all playin' Anyways man, where my home girls? I don't have groupies I have home girls All my home girls bob your head with me one time Yea

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