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Ego Trippin' Lyrics

Album Name : Bad Season (Mixed by DJ Whoo Kid)
Release Date : 2011-01-25
Song Duration : 1:50

Tech N9ne Ego Trippin'


[Verse 1: x2]
Ey by now everybody breath the shit be end of this
With us even have a membership lovin me when I begin
To rippin to besome up when I hindet sinista nemesis,
Cause I'm dreamin big I am at the end of what I'm fenna
get,
Intrecet finishit with death for the hizzbut I get no
benefit,
I am not a demon cause I'm always beemin on some
sinista shit,
This how we replenis this menace and glits took
manevsshit
On my sindicate this genesis was spittin diminishiiit.

[Chorus:]
I've took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more,
Who we bust they clap their hands
(Gun blast [x2]) clap clap till their hands is sore,
And posibly could u be afraid of me,
Be carefull who u f..ckin with, boy don't let your ego
trip

[Verse 2:]
I can't stand no more like I was popeye, then I got my
spenage
And now the industri drop by, when I rock the spot my
pocks to
Be shot highin a dark sky in hops eye, will not die
they really
Unscared of me they said that T will not fly and
Craided was deaded
But he could'ntnetcle spitt up grock rise, dofta top
eye will not lie,
Bread is my fetish and I really get it that's why I'm a
dreaded hip hop guy
So stop try do not pryor me and we won't have to bring
the glock by nigga hot fry,
Get ma me with a soft side lost wife, because the jammy
did a manlike standin on pot pie,
And now I keep bitches that'll make this hofby twat I
be so paper that'll make the cops spy,
And now the haters try'na mock my walk to the top die
memakin they not I boss nine.

[Chorus:]
I've took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more,
Who we bust they clap their hands
Clap clap till their hands is sore,
And posibly could u be afraid of me,
Be carefull who u f..ckin with, boy don't let your ego
trip



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