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Vicki Street
Vicki Street
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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