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letra de crxck cxcaine (outro) - caps (uk)

[hook]
if i leave the trap would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed
would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed

[verse 1]
hundred fifty bands, i just turned down a deal
shook my plug’s hand and i signed another deal
breakfast at five, that’s a trap star meal
from wraps to raps, yo it don’t feel real
serving hot fiends out the range rover
now i got drеams on a stage, oh arr
saving every pеnny for a big toaster
eighth of a coke, yeah i came so far
gangster love, put my mash in my side ting’s bag
told her “keep it shush” cah my wifey’s mad
whole brick came with a pricey stamp
that’s why i buy her clothes with a pricey tag
million views, i’m still punching up cats
forty bag line, they thought i made it off rap
only brown kid coming outta the flats
one good run and i’m outta the trap
[hook]
if i leave the trap would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed
would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed

[verse 2]
waking up to all the missed calls and texts
mad nights when i couldn’t bag up them pebs
slapping on the scales but the batteries were dead
got me freehanding points till my hand’s moving shegged
rapping and trapping, yeah they’re both working
two trap spots and they’re both twerking
two young g’s and they’re both lurking
white and b, i got ’em both turning
how the f-ck this life got me standing in court?
flipping more rocks, i should be tearing down tours
boss knows it’s cling when i walk into stores
music’s gotta work or i’m breaking down doors
selling misery, yeah that’s all on my head
selling b-tches dreams, yeah that’s all on my head
good die young, there ain’t no slug in my head
trapping at thirty, i’d rather get filled up with lead
[hook]
if i leave the trap would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed
would it love me again?
no more shotting in the back of the range
no more shotting no crack cocaine
yeah my life’s done changed

- caps uk

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