Y-3 Tripsixx (Ft. Roy Woods)

[Intro: TRIPSIXX]
Keep it recording, UTU!

[Verse 1: TRIPSIXX & Roy Wood$]
Hold up, press pause
Who ain't got flaws? Who ain't got issues?
They wish to resolve but couldn't
Sometimes the shooter ain't got bullets
Hold up, but I'm all for this
And I'm really trynna fuck her, but I probably shouldn't
She wanna get with a nigga that ain't from the city
I mean, wow!
My life was never like this before
Get this chick's pussy down to the floor
I wanna hit it up some more, let's go
Then you gotta go back home in the morning
That's just how it is, how it goes
Why are these niggas moving so slow? Hey
No wonder I stay at home on my dolo in the cut, what's good?
Smoked a few blunts down, that's how it comes, how it go

[Hook: TRIPSIXX]
That bitch don't love you, she love everybody
Tell her friends to come
I know that bitch, I know she's down for ménage
Pardon my manners, pardon my manners, shawty
I was on molly before I showed up to the party
Sippin' out the double cup, ay, my drink is so muddy
Bitch need to get up out of my section if she ain't down for the fucking