Trippin’ chords by Mr Chris

SimplifiedAm · Dm · Em

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Verse 1
Am 
Dm 
Em 
Ooh,
Am 
Dm 
Em 
Am 
Dm 
Em 
Am 
Dm 
Em 
Am 
Dm 
baby,
why you trippin'?
I be grindin' for ya
Em 
See that lil Benz   truck,
Am 
that'd be perfect timing for ya
You like my lil rock
Dm 
so  that's why I went got
them diamonds for ya
Em 
Put that pussy on me,
that's what got a nigga rhymin' for ya
Am 
Dm 
I   hope you be thinkin' bout me,
wonder where your head at
Run the streets all day
Em 
and end up right back where your bed at
Am 
Dm 
I   got a whole lotta  love for you,
baby
Em 
Show up to your doorstep,
knockin' like I'm FedEx
Am 
Wanna hear my heartbeat,
Dm 
rest your ear where my chest at
Em 
Yeah, I got a touchin' problem,
hands where you rest at
Am 
Dm 
I   ain't trippin',
make sure my left mouth wet,
Em 
lickin' on you
Am 
Dm 
Ooh,  that pussy smell good,
taste good,
Em 
I'm tryna put my dick in that too
Am 
Dm 
You must just be drinkin' water,
mindin' your lit business
Em 
Me, I just be sippin' drink,
fuckin' up my kidneys
Am 
Dm 
Close the door, lights off,
we don't need no witness
Em 
You can be my wife, my lit ratchet,
and my mistress
Am 
Dm 
You can buy me Levi's,
that ain't no expensive shit
Em 
Know it sound too good to be true,
and it's expensive, dick
Am 
Dm 
On  the other hand, I fuck with you,
we can spend some shit
Em 
Let's go get our credit right
Am 
so we can pull up in some shit
Dm 
Backbone, chest thigh,
you like my little picker -upper
Nigga, pick your head up,
Em 
push me while I'm in a struggle
Am 
Dm 
Love to see your nigga shine,
wanna see a nigga bubble
She say I'm the queen
Em 
and all you other hoes just
Am 
wanna fuck her
Dm 
Bitch, niggas ain't built,
they ain't finna spill with ya
Em 
They just want you locked down
so they ain't gotta deal with ya
Am 
Bae, go get your money,
Dm 
come back home, I'll chill with you
Em 
Niggas get to actin' fake,
bae, I'll keep it real with you
Am 
Dm 
You don't like that street shit,
bae, that's where I come from
Em 
Family need me, niggas need me,
shit I can't run from
Am 
Dm 
You be gone all day,
bae, that's where I be at
Em 
FaceTime me, I'ma answer,
I'll let you see that
Am 
Dm 
You know you just wanna see a nigga face,
girl
FaceTime me, I'ma show you ain't
Em 
nothin' but nig gas around you
Am 
I got a whole lot of drugs in here, baby
Dm 
And it's a whole lot of
thugs in here, baby
Em 
Am 
We ain't givin' a fuck in here, baby
Dm 
Em 
Got that pistol on tug in here, baby
Am 
Dm 
I see I can trust ya,
that's why I ain't arrest ya
Em 
Coulda did you like the motherhoes
and just fucked ya
Am 
Dm 
I'ma keep you right here,
I see a lil' gangsta in ya
Em 
Keep your brother out my business,
I see a lil' wanksta in him
Am 
Dm 
Hate to have to fuck him up
and act like I don't know who hurt him
Em 
Nigga run his mouth too much,
Am 
that's why I don't never serve him
Dm 
All these hoes gon' hate ya,
when they see you with a boss
Em 
Fuck that n***a, he ain't want you
Let that n***a take his loss
Am 
Dm 
Used to fuck your homegirl
Cousin, she gon' shoot a cross
Em 
See, I kept it real with you
Better brush them bitches off
Am 
Dm 
You say you like red bottoms
See how much them bitches cost
Em 
See where they located at
I bet we knock them bitches out
Am 
Dm 
I   ain't trippin'
Make sure my left mouth wet
Em 
Em 
Lickin' on you
Am 
Dm 
Ooh,  that pussy smell good,
taste good
Em 
I'm tryna put my dick in that tube
Am 
I got a whole lotta drugs in here, baby
Dm 
And it's a whole lot of thugs in here,
baby
Em 
Am 
Dm 
We  ain't givin' a fuck in  here, baby
Em 
Got that pistol on tug in here, baby
Dm 