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letra de i do kno - bgd.trapstarr

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trapstarr
trapstarr
(folk folk folk folk)
look
(gang gang gang gang gang)
i don’t know bout’ bein’ rich but i do know bout’ the struggle
if a n-gga feelin’ hungry had to get a f-ckin’ hustle
if you try and take my sh-t it won’t be no f-ckin’ tussle
cl!ck bang to your face not a f-ckin’ rustle
(bang)
head shot clean k!ll it won’t be no f-ckin’ struggle
lay your ass out on the floor all your blood gon’ ooze and bubble
(d-mn)
b-tch i want some head a n-gga do not wanna cuddle
bodies piled on the floor like some motherf-ckin’ clutter
(gang gang)
(gang)
smooth with the glock like my ass some f-ckin’ b-tter
n-ggas knowin’ that i’m ruthless so my name they will not utter
.40 shoot him in his mouth make a goofy n-gga stutter
now he can’t see sh-t like his ass stevie wonder
(gang gang)
ran up off on mе so i put his ass down under
glock kept clappin’ like somе motherf-ckin’ thunder
bleedin’ from his lungs couldn’t doo sh-t but mumble
n-gga did more than trip that lil’ n-gga fumble
(gang gang)
bullets throw his balance off make a n-gga stumble
ars shake the ground make the earth f-ckin’ rumble
(gang)
bringin’ down your block turn your hood into rubble
(gang gang gang)
never been no b-tch you can ask round the streets
.40 got them hollow tips put you back in your seat
i’m quick on the trigger i don’t do no godd-mn defeat and if you think i’m cappin’ i’m really pullin’ out the f-ckin’ heat
poppin’ in the streets and i’m snappin’ hard on every beat
got the glock real close beside me
little closer than my shotty
if you come up try and rob me swear to folks i’ll catch a body
shootin’ goofy n-ggas really turned into my f-ckin’ hobby
runnin’ round this hoe like a motherf-ckin’ black ops lobby
turn a goofy n-gga weird walkin’ round just like a zombie
glock turn a n-gga dumb look like he off of the molly
when i’m done with f-ckin’ clowns need more surgery than dolly

- bgd trapstarr

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