Tom MacDonald - Trippin lyrics

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 fuck 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 "fuck
They must be high now"
I run this motherfucker 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 bitches

I'm gettin' Paris pussy
They gettin' hairy pussy
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 shit wrong with that
Ain't no shit wrong with that
Don't get me wrong
There ain't no bullshit 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 bitch
Foot on the gas like a drunk bitch
Long hair, don't care
Two bitches suck my dick
None of that fake ass rapper shit
Two bitches just sucked my dick
Top down, heat on
Layin' down shotty with the seat gone
Blunt lit, fun bitch
Foot on the gas like a drunk bitch
Long hair, don't care
Two bitches suck my dick
None of that fake ass rapper shit
Two bitches 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 fuckin' round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight and I don't even aim low
I ain't fuckin' round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your bitch 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 fuckin' round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight and I don't even aim low
I ain't fuckin' round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your bitch 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