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letra de 716 - abgrlilcory & trap dickey

[intro: trap d-ckey]
yeah (buddha)
(what’s going on, juko?)
trap

[chorus: trap d-ckey]
backstreets and real beef, that’s how i came up
slangin’ iron, the police on my trail, it’s time to change up
black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin’ up in rangers
born and raised up in the streets, i fell in love with danger (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: trap d-ckey]
okay, banana clips on all the choppers, hit the gas when the police stop us (boom)
hitter sins like straight up vodka (trap), we the type to leave ’em dead
n-ggas be tellin’ the sh-t we done, i’m thankin’ god i ain’t in the feds
me and my brother lockеd in forever, sellin’ burgеrs like kenan & kel (boom)
real trapper from carolina, n-ggas know i’ma beat the road
sold so many pounds, i might as well take a trip to the super bowl (trap)
i know k!llers who slidin’ for real, lost his mind and played with his nose
i know n-ggas who slidin’ for real, but he gon’ tell everything he know (boom)
i bring a ‘bow back to the trap, police pull up, i’ma hit the door (gang)
i came up from sellin’ qps, it’s crazy i get a truckload (boom)
sippin’ on qua’ ‘fore i met takeoff (trap), i keep a rocket on me (yeah)
i’m plugged in with all the streets (boom) like i got a socket on me

[verse 2: abgrlilcory]
i’m super turned up to the max, designer head to toe (yeah)
i’m gettin’ off, plug just sent another load (load), same day i got that sh-t off (yeah)
jewelry like a bag of ice, i’m hittin’ up, i don’t need no light
n-gga, i let my money talk, i went spent thirty on my t–th
get rich or die tryin’, stackin’ up my profit to the ceiling
bankroll full of dead people, franklin bustin’ out my pocket (yeah)
trap doin’ numbers, i got play lined up just like a drive-through
better go and get some money, n-gga, that’s what i advise you (yeah)
[chorus: trap d-ckey]
backstreets and real beef, that’s how i came up
slangin’ iron, the police on my trail, it’s time to change up
black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin’ up in rangers
born and raised up in the streets, i fell in love with danger
backstreets and real beef, that’s how i came up
slangin’ iron, the police on my trail, it’s time to change up
black trucks, hammer tucked, we pullin’ up in rangers
born and raised up in the streets, i fell in love with danger (danger, danger)

- abgrlilcory trap dickey

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