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letra de fantastic four - certified trapper

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[intro: certified trapper]
wet this b-tch like some uh uh
pull up weighing sh-t like some-

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh-t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got the aim, this my a-game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b-tch a hundred shots, got your f-ckin’ name

[verse: donny ying]
every bullet in the drac’ hold your f-ckin’ name
i’ll wear your dumbass out like the last game
look at dude bum ass d-ck suckin’ for some fame
put yo ass on a t-shirt, now they know yo name
sold the whole block up, n-gga this some fire cane
catch a n-gga d-ck suckin’, n-gga now we got yo chain

[verse: jay gritz]
pull up in your face like kd did lebron james
turn the music up, link out, n-gga switching lanes
tryna play with me, you gon’ die, ain’t no f-ckin’ game
walked out the g said she two smacks smacks pain
walked in ball plenty sh-t ‘cause we f-ckin’ paid
f-cked your b-tch and didn’t cause i had my f-ckin’ heads weighing
[verse: ayoolii]
told the b-tch a molly up in here to f-ck, baby we ain’t dating
off a erk throwed like a f-ck, got a n-gga skating
got a n-gga floatin’, 30 g’s in the stash got your b-tch going
couple g’s on some louie v’s, these ain’t rick owens
.556 in this arp, what a n-gga totin?
i be swimming in that p-ssy, i don’t even need a boat
b-tch laughing like sh-t funny, i’ma crack her like a joke
n-gga talking ‘bout he dumping, he don’t even got a pole
steady talking ‘bout them junkies, you ain’t even on the phone
boy broke as a b-tch, think his ass need a loan

[verse: certified trapper]
aye, wet the whole block up, you better have a float
and that glocky hit the windshield, leave it on the slope
got that blrrrt n-gga better- and her head make her choke
i swing the door, all my n-ggas be on go
i got heads lined up, i’ma put that b-tch on hold

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh-t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got that aim, this my a-game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b-tch one hundred shots, got your f-ckin’ name

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