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letra de under the hood ft. xclusive - casey trip

[intro: casey trip]
uh-yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i guard her with a shield, cause i know she my main

[chorus: casey trip]
me and my b-tch flyin’ higher than an airplane
i guard her with a shield, cause i know she my main
i trust n0body, but she know me by my first name
slidin’ on these little b-tches like i’m max payne
i drew a stick up on that b-tch and i got h-lla aim
ion ever wanna hang around these f-ckin’ lames
just like the 80’s, they be goofy doin’ cocaine
people like that prayin’ that you be fallin’ out the game

[post-chorus: casey trip]
but i got the f-ck up and i got myself some extra change
you never had enough, so you be on my d-ck again

[verse: casey trip]
oh! you didn’t know (know)
you really didn’t know (know)
i really had your hoe (hoe)
i roll up on my lone (own)
always asking me to put on a smile
“casey, why you always gotta hide?”
i told you baby, i ain’t even down to ride
i got no side bae, but i got a bride
and i ain’t even gon give you credit even though you tried
[bridge: casey trip]
even though you tried
even though you tried

[verse: xclusive]
yeah, yeah
i got the juice, yeah
i got the glow, yeah
she tryna f-ck, but ion really f-ckin’ know, yeah
all about this paper and this f-ckin’ bag
forget the past and them b-tches that i already had
designer frames
20/20 vision, i can see through your lies
keep the fakes out my circle, only real n-ggas stay alive
n-ggas stay in their feels, be the ones who mainly simpin’
never been a b-tch blood
always f-ckin’ pimpin’
keep that glock tight in my lap
in case a n-gga wanna try me
you can duck my f-ckin’ hands
but these bullets never hidin’
be the highest in the room
face to face hit different
never found a b-tch like mine
i find myself sometimes slippin’
[chorus: casey trip]
me and my b-tch flyin’ higher than an airplane
i guard her with a shield, cause i know she my main
i trust n0body, but she know me by my first name
slidin’ on these little b-tches like i’m max payne
i drew a stick up on that b-tch and i got h-lla aim
ion ever wanna hang around these f-ckin’ lames
just like the 80’s, they be goofy doin’ cocaine
people like that prayin’ that you be fallin’ out the game

- casey trip

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