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letra de certified trapper - e baba

the money came quick, i made it overnight
gave your last four quarters to this b-tch, it ain’t no overtime
they tried to play me crazy, well i’m borderline
smoke a quarter ‘fore it turn 2, it’s 1:45
and i woke up like 1:30, f-ck a b-tch off a head-nod, i’m a 1-worder
cutthroat, but unky cut-throat, boy that’s unheard off
kind of want to cut into this b-tch, but i’m uncertain
f-cking on this b-tch she got a kid, i think her son heard me
he don’t wanna hoop cause he opps they got her son nervous
762s’ll make you p-ss, now you just drop dirty
you too loose around this b-tch, you should have stopped early
2 phones, who this? you couldn’t call the first one
you so tough on the net, but he a b-tch in person
i’ve been on the opps bad as sh-t getting worser
i heard he went out sad, oh he a evan turner
told a b-tch to go and get a bag and she came birkin
this the type of sh-t you can’t make up, come see this sh-t in person
i can’t give this b-tch a job she came to be a worker
he don’t wanna say its smoke cause we take it further
if i tell ot(?) to go and pop he gon take your turner
i don’t know what type of time this b-tch on but i’m in a hurry
—b-tch how the f-ck is you a trapper you ain’t certified?!—
b-tch ain’t a 30 in this b-tch you must have heard a lie
you supposed to go and get yo’ get-back, not the shirt size
wop said he took three-10s, is that a 30,huh?
my white boy got a girl-opp, it’s commercialized
this b-tch dumb, i told her take a left and she turned right
this white b-tch ain’t used to have no ass, but it turned right
yo mans went out like a b-tch, but he was turnt right?
i can turn this b-tch into a hoe, this ain’t the first time
you spent your life with the b-tch, i f-cked the first night
this little b-tch’ll get to stuffin’ sh-t, i see them blue lights
he don’t got no motion post a song and it got 2 likes
he was beefin’ bout a b-tch,oh he a hoe, i told ’em do better
don’t ask me who is you, i’ll say i-t, it’s only 2 letters
you dumb as f-ck, that is me i’m it and i ain’t tag n0body
you want the sh-t? i can go and get it but they taxing on it
the city how i’m seeing bodies drop they getting wacked around me
you used a rubberband, but it ain’t cheese whats the wrap around it?
she wanna get high i told her meet me up at eisenhower
she said ‘i live this type of life’ she had to drive an hour
what the f-ck is this a lemon? oh you smoke sour
little bro 15 and he a felon from a dope charge
he say he f-ckin’ with me, oh he smoke hard
where you wanna go, cause we can go far
this the type of sh-t you got to know i can’t tell you
he’ll never buss that lil’ b-tch oh it’s celibate

- e baba

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