Propr lee - Trippin On Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO: Propr Lee]
Miami is on fire
The city is live
Clubs packed
Women walking the streets
Bottles poppin
Money falling from the sky
And these niggas trippin on me
Trippin on


[HOOK: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all niggas trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But these niggas keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on

[VERSE: 1 Propr Lee]
Sucking my teeth
Haters can suck on my D
I been working every mother fucking day
Y'all niggas been hating everyday of the week
Leave me alone
Stuck in high speed
I puff until my fucking eyes bleed
Sirens all in fucking neighborhood
Boy I swear it ain't good
Where a nigga find sleep
Feel me though

So I hit the club right
And I ain't got to loosen my tie
Walked in that bitch
Like a nigga ran shit
Cus a nigga ran shit
I ain't even gonna lie
Got mad bitches to my left and my right
They all got friends and they all at least nine
They gonna be ten in little more time
With a little more drinks
And a little more lime
Pour it up

Wetting my beak
And she gets wet when I speak
And I ain't got to beat around the bush
While she lick around the glass
Cus she already know she wanna leave
Propr Lee
But what do I see
Some niggas looking like they want beef
But I dont give a fuck
Cause a nigga gonna fuck
Why them lames act tough
Go home and beat meat
Sad shit


[Hook: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all niggas trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But these niggas keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on

[VERSE 2: Chris the Cooker]
She said I'm way too much to handle
But she quick to blow a nigga like a candle
They trippin on me like a broke the pavement
Like I came up to the table with no reservations
Man fuck y'all and y'all damn rules
Might take a flight back to Cancoon
Just to get away from you fuck niggas
Might fuck around and be lunch nigga
Playing around with that cash rules
I do this shit cus I plan to
Better pay that man before its past due
My hoes never basic
Flow can't replace it
No time for patience
They mad I'm the boy
That went to becoming the man
And that's how we do it my nigga
Them bottles be popping
Them bitches be watching me
That shit is all facade
When they claim that they do this shit
Don't do it properly
And ain't nobody stopping me

[Hook: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all niggas trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But these niggas keep trippin on me
Trippin on

Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got bitches everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on