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letra de real trapper - blacc zacc

[intro]
woah
woah
ceo, motherf-cker
hol’ up
ayy, ayy, sheesh
oh man, god d-mn (d-mn)
i be in the trap, n-gga, really goin’ ham (go get it)
i got og, reefer, n-gga (gas), come get you some grams (come on)
don’t compare me to these rappers (uh-uh), bae, they ain’t who i am (ayy)

[chorus]
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no lame)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i got them things)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy)
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no rappers)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i’m a trapper) (ceo, motherf-cker)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers (i go get it)
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy)

[verse 1]
don’t compare me to no n-gga that’s big bars (them n-ggas lame)
’cause i be really in the trap, i’m goin’ hard (i got them things)
i’m up a half a mil’ right now, i ain’t gotta flodge
i told my n-ggas to get rich and play they part (just play your part)
i just brought another european car (ayy, ‘pean, skrrt)
i’m sippin’ act’ while i look back, i came so far
i’m sick and tired of my baby mama b-tches (oh lord)
if i don’t do it, who gon’ take care of my children? ayy, ayy, ayy
[pre-chorus]
came from hard knocks to a hard talk
mama say i need to stop, ’cause she think i’m swingin’ rocks
og told me never quit (no), until i get legit (go get it)
don’t compare me to these rappers, baby, they ain’t real as sh-t, ayy

[chorus]
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no lame)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i got them things)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy)
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no rappers)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i’m a trapper) (woah)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers (i go get it)
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
don’t compare me to no motherf-ckin’ lames (to these lames)
i really jump up on the plane and get them things (i got them things)
i’m makin’ music but i still ain’t left the gang
huh, i’ll leave this booth right now if you want a whole thing
i jump up in this b-tch for money, not the fame
i’m makin’ profit off of reefer like cocaine
you ’bout your fetty, then, my n-gga, we the same
[?] my shooter ready, ain’t no reachin’ for my chain, ayy
[pre-chorus]
came from hard knocks to a hard talk
mama say i need to stop, ’cause she think i’m swingin’ rocks
og told me never quit (no), until i get legit (go get it)
don’t compare me to these rappers, baby, they ain’t real as sh-t, ayy

[chorus]
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no lame)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i got them things)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy)
don’t compare me to these motherf-ckin’ rappers (to no rappers)
’cause i got real clientelle, i’m the trapper (i’m a trapper)
i still get ’em in and bust ’em out the wrappers (i go get it)
go take a trip and make them flip and count it backwards, ayy (ayy, ayy)

[outro]
ayy, ayy
oh man, god d-mn
i be in the trap, n-gga, really goin’ ham
i got og reefer, n-gga, come get you some grams
don’t compare me to these rappers, baby, they ain’t who i am, ayy
ayy, nah, they ain’t who i am
nah, uh-uh, they ain’t who i am
ooh, uh-uh, they ain’t who i am
don’t compare me to these rappers, baby, they ain’t who i am

- blacc zacc

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