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Don Trip
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Guerrilla
So welcome to my den, I got paid and got a chauffer
I'ma ride 'er to the end
Got a extender on the forty and that forty got a twin
All I know is dirty money but when I count it I feel clean
Got a daughter on the way, tryin' to become a better man
And you can say I ran this shit but you can never say I ran
Say the money keep me high, oh how I pray I never land
But I don't play so no wonder why I feel damn (damn)
Yes I'm a workaholic babe I'm not in the plan
But I bought as if our plane and give enough snot in my plans
The type is what I stand and the tough flow is where I'm stand
No I'm not inviting you to visit, I'm just saying
Sorry I don't recognize you talkin' 'less you payin'
And I really can't recall the last time I weighed grams
And I'm in the water, snapping like a clam
Lighting with that fire like a cross from the Klan
Guess I'm over-aggressive, chewing like a director
And you don't even have to act you can get shot just being the extra
You calling me retarded brain shit I feel special
But I still chase the G's that isn't digestive
Party every night, I feel festive
Trapping like the laws and got the balls to come arrest us
School at hard not to get pussies and elective
And rich will sort it easy, staying rich is more impressive
Shrunk off the power, now I'm throwing up my section
Tryin' to find a Mag 90 to add to my collection
No I don't need no bodyguards, got my protection
Sing your lady your frang is in the mail, you get the message
Damn I need a massage, my life's so very stressful
My masseuse keep talkin' 'bout how my back
That bitch better be careful
I tried fucking what rat niggers call myself being helpful
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But you think we're here for France
You gotta twist it like a pretzel
Fuck you and your career
Hope you hear me loud and clear
The chopper's a magician
Why not make you disappear?
Yea I heard your boss, three musketeers
Milky Way sniggle that shit give you diarrhea
Cause you so full of shit, none of that shit you say is real
Where's the car you say you drive that don't come out till late next year?
It's okay, I'll wait till you come up with new ideas
You spend that in the mall, blow that kind of doe in siz
All I talk is money now this music to my ears
I'm so motherfucking fly they burned some planes on my pears
Wear them stinging jeans, make you niggers look queer
My pants never they tight even when my pockets filled
My bitches pop their pussy, pop their gum and pop pills
And I fuck 'em for free, pussy's never on my bills
Bitch I got game I'm call it up to give you chills
Ball so hard I need a 60 minute high light reel
Still down with the same pack of niggers I come up with
Shut eye to in the scope they finally opened up my budget
Now I'm in this motherfucker Hollywood
Stunting niggers forgotten how to fight
You gotta shoot 'em if you punch 'em
Sing fat lunchin' long as the money coming
Shout out to baby Jane and that's what keeps my motor running
You not ready for what we hit your blocked up in the bombing
Guerilla gangster grill, Mr. Trip, DJ Trauma
Motherfucker get money
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