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letra de trick - bandgang javar

trick lyrics
[verse 1: stunna girl & bandgang jizzle p]
i’m a cut above the movers and the shakers
i be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
you a lil n-gga, you be [?] for sh-t
n-gga i’m boss statis, baby, this ain’t regular sh-t
i ain’t never in my life beg for sh-t
i [?] then i pass it to the clique
[?] in my city i’m the sh-t
just touched back from cali, now i’m charging for this d-ck
and i’m charging for this cl-t, n-gga, run me my hundreds
but you’s a broke boy, i’m way out your budget
imma keep you around, even though i’m out your league
cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
jizzle p, that’s my name, you know i keep a check
but i ain’t spending sh-t on you, you gon still throw it back
[?] eyes, [?] pulling out her tracks
kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck

[verse 2: bandgang javar & pretty brayah]
b-tch i ain’t bout to trick on you
[?] i ain’t bout to spend a cent on you
[?] hoes in the [?], while i sit back watching
they bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
na n-gga, you [?] you ain’t know sh-t
and everytime you get this p-ssy, you be on [?]
if i decide to show my ass, b-tch, you gon l!ck
and since you talking big crazy, suck your own d-ck
[?] you always say the silliest sh-t
you got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
you was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
[?] i care if you behind [?]
n-gga behind [?] what? i ain’t behind on sh-t
and all them hoes that you f-cking, probably burning the d-ck
talking heavy, knowing damb well you cum too quick
eat my ass lil n-gga, you ain’t good for sh-t
[verse 3: bandgang javar]
[?] these hoes, get to talking all roudy
[?] bags and [?] cloudy
me, i count a check, and my jewler just drown me
gold presidential 41, that’s [?]
b-tch, you got some nerve, out here f-cking with the [?]
talking to me crazy, wearing that fake ass belt
disrespecting me, that’s what get a b-tch [?]
pimp smacking [?] b-tches on the shelf

[verse 4: pretty brayah]
and i love when n-ggas flex, i’m that b-tch with the bands
brag about a rollie, that belong to your mans
i dare a p-ssy n-gga, raise his motherf-cking hands
i’ll c-ck this b-tch back, and leave a n-gga where he stand
ride his face while he laying, [?] b-tch you [?]
on any given day, i throw this ass, you would’ve caught it
[?] l!ck it on my cycle, you acting like you didn’t like it
b-tch, your tongue was my tampon, n-gga, blow me if i’m lying

[verse 5: bandgang jizzle p]
b-tch, you know better than that
i make you tap out, like a wrestling match
call animal control, i be abusing the cat
b-tch, you [?] better than that
i have that b-tch [?] for me
you couldn’t even f-ck her off hennisy
heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
if you ain’t tryna f-ck, don’t say sh-t to me
[verse 6: stunna girl]
i’ll take [?] from no n-gga
i’m just a better version of a gold digger
he gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
he gon [?] but i still ain’t gon speak
n-gga sweet, every day of the week, i’m on fleek
every day of the week, i’m on fleek
pull up on my other n-gga, and wake him out his sleep
he know i’m a cheater, but he still ain’t gon creep

- bandgang javar

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