Ain’t Trippin’

[Intro: Announcer]
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[Hook: Balance]
You say you got a nigga, but his heart ain't really witcha
Now you say that you wanna fuck me
I ain't trippin off you nigga, if it's pussy you deliver
Well baby, why don't you come and see me...I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you...I wanna fuck you, you wanna fuck me
Let's get it on

[Verse 1: J. Stalin]
How you in love and he steady putting his hands on you?
Say he love you, but the truth is he don't really know you
What you really need is a real nigga to hold you
Mold you, treat you nothing like them lames do
Change your whole mindframe when I came through
Now she look up to a nigga like phase 2
Said her other nigga made her so blue
Now she got a glass heart: you can see through
Open her up like a book, let me read you
Now she lovesick, got that love flu
69 on my mind, that's dinner for 2
And I'm hoping all your wet dreams come true
Say you ready for me, I think I'm ready for you
Let's do it like dogs, just speak, like, leak
Say you ready for me, I think I'm ready for you
It's all love boo, let's get it on

[Hook: Balance]
You say you got a nigga, but his heart ain't really witcha
Now you say that you wanna fuck me
I ain't trippin off you nigga, if it's pussy you deliver
Well baby, why don't you come and see me...I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you...I wanna fuck you, you wanna fuck me
Let's get it on

[Verse 2: Balance]
You hit me on Twitter, said you just left your nigga
And you'd really rather come and fuck me
Only here for the night girl, if you do it right, you can spend the night sucking on D
Tell your girls how it feel to be fucking with a real nigga that you only see on TV
No future in your plans, no supply and no demands
Open wide girl, I'll let you OD
This is how it goes, front row at all the shows
Ain't your man, so you can't claim me
If you only after dough, then I gotta let you know: real niggas always keep it OG
When I pull up in your town, better pull them panties down
Let me see your pussy pop on 3
And if I hit you from the back, better bring that money back
Cause it cost when you fuckin wit B
Yeah

[Hook: Balance]
You say you got a nigga, but his heart ain't really witcha
Now you say that you wanna fuck me
I ain't trippin off you nigga, if it's pussy you deliver
Well baby, why don't you come and see me...I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you, I come to see
I come to see you...I wanna fuck you, you wanna fuck me
Let's get it on

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Let's get it on bitch, to the break of dawn
Bend that ass over, break it down like a zone
Long money, long dick, that's what I'm packing
And I'a give to you bitch, if you keep asking
Her last nigga was the lame, he wasn't from the hood
He didn't beat the pussy up, he didn't fuck her good
So she want a fly nigga with this dope dick
It ain't my fault you couldn't satisfy your bitch
She say "I seen your last video, True Religion Shawty"
And that it got her in the mood, now she wanna blow me
So she pulled on this Louis belt, and proceed
And she swallowed everything that I released
I took her from her last nigga, you ain't gotta ask, nigga
Seen Philthy tattooed on her ass, nigga
She used to have a man, now the bitch got a daddy
He wasn't fucking on her right