Bobby Shmurda - Cartier Lens (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bobby Shmurda - Cartier Lens (en) Lyrics
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Trippin′ nigga
Trippin', trippin′, trippin',
trippin' nigga
Trippin′, trippin', trippin′, trippin'
I′ve been trippin' nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr
Trippin', trippin', trippin′, gang
Nigga I′ve been bang, nigga
Trippin', tripping, I′ve
been gangsta, nigga
Trippin', bang, sticky bands
It′s takin' M′s, nigga
It's takin' M′s, nigga
Fuck you think it′s Bobby B, I'm
off the the pens, nigga (huh)
Gotta thank God first ′fore I
kiss my hands, nigga (huh)
Had to crawl first 'fore I touched a
band, nigga (fuck up to the bitch)
Yeah, I parked up, four niggas
bent, nigga (grr)
Jump a fence, nigga (grr)
Bustin′ fans, nigga (grr)
We ain't from the place where
niggas robbers them niggas
I shot at him, lil′ homie said
that I was playin' (grr)
And I see million through
my Cartier lens, nigga
These type of bitches, all these niggas,
it's all pretend (yeah, yeah)
You lookin′ dead, don′t you
be bad, I'm out the trench,
nigga (yeah, yeah)
I busted that for all my niggas
in the pen (yeah, yeah)
I had to buy that blue Ferrari,
you know this is him, nigga
Ayy, once again, nigga, ayy,
in the game, nigga, ayy
Spin your block ′til the world
fuckin' end, nigga
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge,
fuck the pig, nigga
′Cause bitch I'm back, and I′m
hot and I'm rich, nigga
Whole lotta cash, bitch
Trippin' nigga
Trippin′, trippin′, trippin',
trippin′ nigga
Trippin' nigga (yeah)
(I've been) trippin′ nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Go stack a bill, nigga (uh-huh)
Them type of bitches, all these
hoes, this shit get real
(this shit get real)
'Cause I was in here, all alone,
all by myself, nigga
Ain′t no one to call, my mom was
broke, ain't got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin′, "Please,
don't go to jail, nigga"
Love my baby, if they tryna give
my bitch the tail, nigga
Then gave my bro-bro, 53 and
I swerve win ′em, nigga
Choppin', poppin' pills after
pills after pills, nigga
Tryna reminisce all my niggas
that ain′t here, nigga
I′ve been trippin', uh
Yeah, yeah
I′ve been (yeah)
(I've been trippin) gang, gang
Keep a bag on me, keep a bag
I′ve been stackin' M′s
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