Check out GUILT TRIPPIN Lyrics by Central Cee and Sexyy Red. This unexpected but explosive collaboration blends UK drill with raw Southern trap energy, as Central Cee delivers introspective bars while Sexyy Red fires back with her unfiltered confidence. This song is for those messy couples who hurt each other but are still attached to each other to an obsessive level. Central Cee’s verses are written in a regretful yet dominant tone, where he is taking guilt for his past behavior but is still possessive. Sexy Red’s verse, on the other hand, is in full savage mode, she expresses her emotions unapologetically, but at the same time, she is also trapped in this toxic bond.
GUILT TRIPPIN Lyrics by Central Cee & Sexyy Red
Baby, I’m Built Different, I Feel Bad, So I Put You On A Jet Quick
And That’s The Real Definition Of Some Guilt Trippin’
You’re A Feminist, You Don’t Believe In Gender Roles
Somehow I Got You In The Kitchen Doin’ Meal Preppin’
Cut The Pepper, Girl, I Love A Lil’ Stir Fry
I Ain’t Gotta Add A Scotch Bonnet, You’re Already Fire
Fling You On The Bonnet, Have Your Pu*sy By The Merc’ Sign, Hm
I Ain’t Perfect, I’m A Mess
You Ain’t Gotta Up And Leave Me So Quick, I Wanna Learn From My Mistakes
Got Me Playin’ Mind Games, Tryna Find Out How You Feel
We’re Both Young And Unhinged, So We Probably Feel The Same
I Shot And Hit Your Leg, Gotta Sharpen Up My Aim
I Was Tryna Get Your Heart, But Instead I Caused You Pain
I’m Ashamed, I See Red And Start Thinkin’ That You’re Fake
Girl, I’m Sorry Cah I Never Should’ve Called You Them Names
You Ain’t A B**ch, But Baby, You’re My B**ch
You Ain’t No Ho, But Baby, You’re My Ho
I Gotta Repay You Cah I Treat You Like Shit
I’ll Buy You Real Vvs, I Ain’t Gon’ Get You Rhinestones
You Ain’t A B**ch, But Baby, You’re My B**ch
You Ain’t No Ho, But Baby, You’re My Ho
I’ve Been Around The World While I Realise This (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You’re The One That I Want, There’s No Place Like Home (Say)
Say I’m Your B**ch, Better Act Like It Then
I Think We’re In Love, I’m Your Lil’ Evil Twin
I Like How We Vibe, You’re My Lover And Friend
Stuntin’ On B**ches, I’m Drivin’ His Benz (Skrrt, Skrrt)
But Damn, Too Many H**s On My Line
You Let Go Of Yours, I’ma Let Go Of Mine (Sike)
Nigga, You Know That I’m Lyin’
Don’t Play By My Feelings ’cause Niggas Be Dyin’
I Do What I Want ’cause I’m Grown
Act Like I’m Mad, But You Turnin’ Me On
We Out In Public, Can’t Wait To Get Home
We All In The Car, He Rippin’ My Thong
Can’t Stay Mad At You And I Know That You Wrong
I Can’t Help Myself, My Mind Really Gone
I Be Missin’ You Bad, Wanna Kiss Through The Phone (Mwuah)
Come F**k With A Boss, You Scared? Come On
You A Dog, But Baby, You My Dog (Grr)
F**k These H**s And Niggas, We Gon’ Ball
I Been Around The World, I Ain’t Met A Nigga Yet
That Get My Coochie Wet, I Be All In His Draws (Ah)
You A Dog, But Baby, You My Dog (Grr)
F**k These H**s And Niggas We Gon’ Ball
I Been Around The World, I Ain’t Met A Nigga Yet
That Get My Coochie Wet, I Be Nuttin’ In My Draws (Bae)
