Trippin' Lyrics

What

Call me when she uh

Call me when she uh

Call me when she uh

Call me when you uh

Call me when you uh

What

Smoove

Call me when she drunk, told her I'll be over in the morning

She say I gotta come now, like right now cause she horny

She can't call her main man cause he don't eat her ass and he boring

Zirconia on her finger, match her earrings and her wrist

skin look brown just like some tea I wanna drank her like a Brisk

Satin bed sheets I get in, college dorm room, it's a twin

I'm tryna fuck with her roommate and her roommate got a friend, that got a friend and they fine

I'm fuckin' with it, if she fuckin' with it, I ain't lyin

K. Smoove cuffed a couple mid-bitches, kept some bad bitches on the side huh

Huh line, huh drama, ain't got the time

Pull up to the car wash, hop out the Mac up on the dime

Manifesting business, coochie murder, leave no witness

Then she asked to hit the blunt, she left her cup over the sittin

Coughin' up her lungs, she hit the bleezy start ignition

Then that pussy got the throbbin', now her legs up to the ceiling

Shawty fuck me good, I wish I could pay her tuition

Up and down just like suspension, raining wasn't her intentions

She be on her vegan shit and I be bout my chicken

Smokin' shit, it smell like chitlins, auntie cookin' in the kitchen

Lame ass niggas in her mentions wanna get hit with extensions

bout these bitches I ain't trippin', bout my bitch I get to trippin', huh

Bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin' huh bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin' huh bout these bitches I ain't trippin' bout this bitch I'm trippin'