Laulunsanoja:
Air Dirty Trip

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a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip

at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen only took the trip to the truck twice unpacked the Mac 11 and air max's stuff six figures in my damn air mattress

shit LA hats, cats and air mats plastered CA tat, yea, we stay strapped Don't trip, ya'll know how I am Don't trip I'm a fool, ya'll know how I am I'm a fool, I'm a trip

I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh This

So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet But it's all good, cause it's much love And I got my mind twisted off kind bud I'm screaming out Dirty thug

find me propped, in a grimy spot Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot Mommy start tripping

-Wozi, Mack 10 bitch Niggaz make a children, foe life Bitch I'll be there, you got damn right If it cares to trip 'em, bitch so don't even trip Mozi-