paroles de chanson Trippin' - Nenjah Nycist feat. C.H.I.L.D

C.H.I.L.D scrolled a doobie dipped in gold at the charging station
I got thirty left to go, headed to a show
Road tripping, hit up Ifthen, with my Rose, rose sipping
In the Teslo dripping, interior no pigment
No beef get mo' chicken, my mind is so rich and
Got sauce and dough listen
I gained some foes which is
Lo and behold, riches
I got some mo' pitches of that good dope bitches
Only know dope bitches that blow kisses
When they want to go, I'm never stopping
The pads red but the whip cream, dessert toppings
Clicking all the options
I want that, that, that too
What they gone do?

What, what, what they gone do?
What, what, what they gone do?
What, what, what they gone
What what they gone, uh

You are now entering the Mach 5 with the smooth smart guys
Brain quicker than hawk eye
Zoom to Atlanta where the hot's fly in three point five
Then back to N-Y, shooting to the top, I'm a three point guy
I could drive but I don't need to, this Teslo.fi
Keeps my eyes wide and stay pretty relaxed during car rides
Put this in the archive and save it 'til the sparks fly
It's a celebration while we chasing all this paper
To invest in some futuristic tech shit
You gotta respect this that George Jeff shit
Moving on up, let's take it to the next cliff
And drop off that motherfucker with the wings out
Now we soaring through the sky that's a king's route
Now, now, now what you dream 'bout?
Yeah, yeah, yeah now what you dream 'bout?
Uh yeah now what you dream 'bout?