(feat. Tedashii) VERSE 1: TRIP LEE Some folx gone call us insane cause we don't spit to get change No grills, chains or big rings that just aint how
(feat. Lecrae) CHORUS: TRIP LEE Forget about the cash, Forget about the clothes Forget about the stash, Forget about the dough Forget about the cars
base them/ on how the Lord can get His glory/ out the situation It says in Proverbs ???/ His glory is our purpose/ so if we living for ourselves/ our life is truly worthless Chorus Trip Lee
Verse 1: Hey, you crazy if you think you can grasp The eternal ruler who is first and is last Reigns in the present, and He reigned in the past Who is
it?s the life of Christ your soul?s been missing I can?t stress enough the fact that love will never end It?s eternal better than this other stuff
And to see the things you capable of Yes, I'm embracin ya love, Father you faithful and just Yes, I'm saved by ya blood, and more than grateful for what
He showed me, He ordered my steps Man what a privilege to be one of the Lord's elect :Ambassador: If it wasn't for you Trip, I wouldn't be tripping on
Verse 1: Yeah we was born sinners man, dead in the flesh Unfamiliar with the Lord's livin man, He bled to the death But we love our sin instead of Him
like a women cause you way bad The only thing I really give you is oil, water, and gas You roll around the block, I let your voice knock Man other girls
track like WHOA! Brick City where we smack cops back like WHOA! My whole crew dime pieces in the Jeep like WHOA! Juicy lips, big tits, pussy deep like WHOA! Don't trip
she accessive look at her extra manziem dem other niggas trippin' im gonna bring her right to her knees he chose me im a don call me don call lee on
(feat. T-Lee of LA Zuu) [Intro:] DJ Pooh. Zuu Tribe 97. T-Lee feels gold drastic. Yeah get the cash. [T-Lee:] Since money rules the world I'm a stay
take a trip out i make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up other bitches are
I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds Im balling ball
the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South Pop the lip, try to trip
cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain't even gon trip nigga I'm cool wit it We gon rep us
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