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Bobby Shmurda – Cartier Lens Lyrics

Bobby Shmurda Cartier Lens Lyrics

Trippin’, n****
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, n****
Trippin’, n****
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’, n****
Trippin’, n****

Trippin’, trippin’, gang n****
I’ve been gang, n****
Trippin’, trippin’, changed, n****
I been changed, n****
Changed n**** to the bank, n****
Stacking bank, n****, stacking Ms
Fuck you think, n****
Stacking Ms, n****

Fuck you think this Bobby B, I’m out the the pens, n**** (Woof)
I thank God first ‘fore I kiss my ends, n**** (Woof)
Had to crawl first ‘fore I touched a bent n**** (‘Fore I touched a bitch)
Yeah, I parked up ‘fore a n**** spinned, n**** (Brr)
Jump a fence, n**** (Brr)
Buss FNs, n**** (Brr)
We ain’t from the place where n***** worried ’bout them, n****
I shot it at him, homies said that I was ten n***** (Brr)
And I see millions through my Cartier lens, n**** (Aye)
No time for bitches or these n***** all pretend, n**** (Yeah, yeah)
You looking down, thought you be proud, I’m out the trench, n**** (Yeah, yeah)
I bussed it down for all my n***** in the pen, n**** (Yeah, yeah)
Hopped up out that that blue Ferrari, you know that it’s him, n**** (Aye)
Once again, n**** (Aye), and again, n**** (Aye)
Spin your block till the world fuckin’ ends, n****
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck a pig, n****
‘Cause I’m bitch and I’m bad and I’m hot and I’m rich, n****

(Whole lotta cash, bitch) Trippin’, n****
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, n****
Trippin’, n**** (Yeah)
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, n**** (Go stack a)
Trippin’, n**** (Aye)

Go stack a bill, n****
No time for bitches or these hoes, this shit get real, n**** (This shit get real)
‘Cause I was in there all alone, all by myself, n****
Ain’t no one to call, my mama broke, ain’t got no bail, n****
Auntie on the phone crying, “Please, don’t go to jail, n****”
Lock my baby up, they try to get my bitch to tell on n*****
Then gave my bro ’bout fifty three, the other one an L, n****
Bitch, I been poppin’ pills after pills after pills, n****
Tryna reminisce all my n***** that ain’t here, n****

Yeah
I’ve been trippin’, homie
Yeah, yeah
I’ve been (Yeah)
Gang, gang n****, bag, homie (I’ve been trippin’, homie)
Getting bank, homie, stacking Ms

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