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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vicki Street
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't Trip
Ain't gonna trip no more
Yeah
Don't trip
Don't trip
Said I ain't gonna trip no more
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
Now at this point
I'm so poppin, I ain't gotta use no hashtags
Bands too big for my Balenci Hourglass bag
Hoes can stay mad
Been shining since undergrad
Why would I trade in my Benz for something average
I don't need a badge
Face card get us in the club for free
Section reserved under me
I ain't going if we ain't V.I.P
Security with me
Rather you see em or you don't
I ain't going back and forth with no bitch
This ain't no Aaliyah song
Too grown to be tolerating
Lil Duvals in niggas drawers
You can have the piss in the halls
My crib decked out with KAWS
Picasso's just because
Took the private elevator up the back so I ain't gotta walk
Model when I do
Like a through breezy do
I might hit the booty doo
While I'm rockin my daisy dukes
G5 when I fly
It's only two up in the coupe
I always wanted to be me
I be inspiring the youth
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
Banana peel opposite
When I pimp down the street
What you might call an entourage
Be my embassy
City behind her
Like her name is recliner
She got 99 niggas lined up to dine her
Yo absence don't mean a hill of beans
Got em huffin and puffin
Get with you a black girl no Hillary Duffin
Angel dust snuffin, they addicted to my act right
You up in my face
You must be single tonight
Can't get over the fact we pullin up in separate cadillacs
Got my foot up in the door
Now my feet is in Dior
Pullin up to the awards
Had to take my mama from that Ford Edge to a Jag
Bumpin 'Where the Party At' out the back of the Lincoln Nav
Savage as a Sag
Ain't gotta worry bout no doggy bags
Chef make it fresher that "Hello!"
When I pull up to the crib, where's my bib
I'm richer than Aunt Viv
Like my powder room with hers and his
You ain't gon catch me slippin
I ain't trippin for real (Forreal)
Trippin for real (Forreal)
Trippin for real (Forreal)
You can't catch me slippin
I ain't trippin for real (Forreal)
Trippin for real (Forreal)
Trippin for real (Forreal)
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
I just can't quit trippin
Over the future
What we could've been (Oh)
Could all be so simple
And I just can't get over you
And all the things we use to do
That's why I'm tripping
Yeah baby I'm tripping
And I just can't get over you
And all the things we use to do
That's why I'm tripping
Trippin
Watch ya step lil baby
Watch ya step
(Watch ya step)
Watch ya step lil baby
Watch ya step
(Watch ya step)
Do ya dance lil baby where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Watch ya step lil baby
Watch ya step
(Watch ya step)
Watch ya step lil baby
Watch ya step
(Watch ya step)
Do ya dance lil baby where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Writer(s): Victoria Street
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