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letra de trap star - ebk jaaybo

[intro]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
yeah, ayy
f-ck it up lil’ baby, you a trap star (fly the jett)
last skit was a movie n-gga, that part, yeah
g block, n-gga
slo-be mode, n-gga
kasino world, n-gga
n-ggas know how we bomin’ n-gga

[chorus]
ayy, ayy
f-ck it up lil’ baby you a trap star
last skit was a movie n-gga, that part, yeah
shot a n-gga in his sh-t for tryna act hard
i don’t associate with n-ggas that don’t k!ll n-ggas
ain’t never slip or rap about it, i don’t feel n-ggas
i talk about the trenches in my songs ’cause i’m still in ’em
i caught one as an adolescence but don’t feel different
poured a four of tris then dropped a pill in it
keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the gz i don’t lack
how the f-ck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap?
asked the k!llers ’bout me, in the county jail i’m on that
don’t hear mе talkin’ bout no gangster sh-t, you know my phone tapped

[verse]
out on bail on two anklеs, feds tryna grab a n-gga
every time we lost one we hopped in load and grabbed a n-gga
can tell you that i got skits, you ain’t gotta ask them n-ggas
he not a real donk, but it’s funk so i’ma crash to get him
walked in a b-tch house with skeezy on
it’s a fee to f-ck with me
can’t argue with no sucker n-gga, i know i done touched a [?]
don’t send your lil’ n-ggas to take pictures in the hood tell them bump with me
how you gon’ troll me on the ‘gram i hit you with a six piece?
can’t tell me i ain’t don [?], got scenes on that crip street
think i’m gon’ f-ck the ho and she ain’t get a bag? b-tch please
left that n-gga with a zipper then he went and dissed me
finally popped the n-gga i been droppin’ on since i was fifteen
i pop another tribe n-gga i’m gon’ stop rapping
only g n-gga with blood on the 5 so n-gga stop cappin’
act like i don’t got the drop, you know i got tactics
got dracy on me if they spin it do not matter
[chorus]
ayy, ayy
f-ck it up lil’ baby you a trap star
last skit was a movie n-gga, that part, yeah
shot a n-gga in his sh-t for tryna act hard
i don’t associate with n-ggas that don’t k!ll n-ggas
ain’t never slip or rap about it, i don’t feel n-ggas
i talk about the trenches in my songs ’cause i’m still in ’em
i caught one as an adolescence but don’t feel different
poured a four of tris then dropped a pill in it
keep it on me, left the house with fully switch, on the gz i don’t lack
how the f-ck did cuz survive and he took a dome tap?
asked the k!llers ’bout me, in the county jail i’m on that
don’t hear me talkin’ bout no gangster sh-t, you know my phone tapped

- ebk jaaybo

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