Trinidad James

Trinidad James - Quez lyrics

rate me

(Ft. Fabo Of D4L, Danny Brown & Playa Fly)

[Intro:]

Alright dirt, let's go

I'm too fucked up

I'm too fucked up

I'm too fucked up

I'm too fucked up

Hook:

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

James

My nigga what you need?

My nigga what you smoke? (ahhh)

My nigga what you drink? (shots)

My nigga homophobe? (man)

Nosebleed, nosebleed

My nigga, what you snort?

I took a hundred shrooms

I need a hundred more!

I need a trippy bitch

Fuck all Hennessy

She got that Miley Cyrus white girl shaking

Now what you shake, puss?

Now what you shake, puss? (watch)

Now what you shake, that! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Hook:

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm still seeing spaceships on banging!

I’m too fucked up!

I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch

The one that like the drugs

She addicted to the club

Ain't with the cute shit

I'm looking for a hundred piece

That's got the real freak in her blood

I'm two fucked up, already doubled up

And bands will get her naked like a birthday

Bougie, cute, gold digger

Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place

I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater

Wet and hot, running like a meter

Telling me, all she want me to do is beat it

Got her leaking by the litre

So I eat her 'cause it's sweeter

I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up

Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship

Gas blowing on your way out

Tell your home girl to come in

'Cause your ass can't stay here!

Oh shit, that was…

Your ass can’t stay up!

Smoke bird!

Hell yeah I play with my nose

I got powder stains on designer clothes

I be rolling off of them crystals

Got a nigga brain feeling like a large missile

God damn right, off them…

Bitch I'm balling, blow my whistle

Smoking on a Bobby Johnson

Got felatio at my concert

…till all my hoes stopping

Knocking on till all them hoes stopping

Got my cock all up in her noggin

Knock to the max when she be shopping

And she calling calling me daddy

Got road head up in that Cddy

And she the driver and I can't explain nothing

But I know one thing it was...

I be higher than a motherfucker

Uh, fucked up, turned…

I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck

So we hit the BP to grab a rum

Copped a Fiji and a box of matches

Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer

Dope dick, stay focused

Need a trippy bitch...

I got a 20oz, couple lines in it

Half of bar.. but sure I’m finished

Heart beat sound like I'm playing tennis

Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists

Looking for a trippy bitch

That cute shit I ain't with that

Ratchet bitches getting turned up

Off a couple pills and a six pack

Hook:

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I need a trippy bitch,

I ain't with that cute shit

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up, yeah

I’m too fucked up!

My crew fucked up

My boio fucked up

They rubbed me up too much

That made me tough

So now I'm too turned up on O-Zs and...

I be in chronic city pyer fly to funky town

Codeine and prometh, toss them, next dead and was them down

Pop me a roxy, Percocet or a lower tab

I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna, I'm going mad

…I get all dizzy, who get all dizzy

Set that shit back I'm crowning

They still live by the now,

Fly, need my bitches fire

I need my bitches his high

So high we getting sky

Til they can't take no more now they fly

They soaking wet, never try

And overflow of supply

The truth they cannot deny

And giving only a try

No hoe, no owe me no lie

Keep dummy promises from me

The influence I'm under

But I'm on top of this money

Say, what's funny honey

Don't see no laughing stock

Not your Winnie the Pooh

But do want into your honey pot (I do!)

Turn down the giggle box

Turned her kiss my spot

Gyrating and motivating on chemicals

Recreating Woodstock

I wish I would stop

Like they say turn down for what?

Before they turned get crunk

I come to get niggas buck

And now they stuck with me

And trill and buck with me

I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me

[Outro:]

Holla, holla, holla up, man

Y'all just heard that shit?

Man, y'all playin'

Anyways man, where my home girls?

I don't have groupies

I have home girls

All my home girls bob your head with me one time

Yea

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