letra de shop open - ern j & rick ross
[intro]
big boy sh-t!
[chorus: ern j]
why the f-ck you callin’ like you don’t know that the trap open
why the f-ck you ran up in, you know d-mn where the scr-p loaded
know i got convicted, so i gotta let it stop holdin’
all these n-ggas play rich on the gram and they ain’t got motion
rolls royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
soul t–th, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
straight work, gay rock, i just call it hulk hogan
there’s i, f-ck that, know my workers still post it
[verse 1: ern j]
need another trap, i got too many l!cks
this a d-mn indictment, it’s too many sticks
ayy, this my lil’ two shoe, this a mini blip
ayy, had to show the stupid b-tch i’m really rich
ayy, drippin’ fendi, yeah, yeah rich in millie, uh, yeah
cost a milli’, uh, yeah
n-gga really, uh, yeah
i can be the good guy
i’m a super villain, uh, yeah
[chorus: ern j]
why the f-ck you callin’ like you don’t know that the trap open
why the f-ck you ran up in, you know d-mn where the scr-p loaded
know i got convicted, so i gotta let it stop holdin’
all these n-ggas play rich on the gram and they ain’t got motion
rolls royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
soul t–th, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
straight work, gay rock, i just call it hulk hogan
there’s i, f-ck that, know my workers still post it
[verse 2: ern j]
ayy, goin’ dumb
ayy, don’t don’t touch this tongue, now his sh-t goin’ numb
all you see is needles, sh-t like vietnam
ayy, all these n-ggas down, why you ain’t got a gun?
ayy, this sh-t crazy i’ve been seeing trash since the f-ckin’ baby
i was born in 90 but then like the 80s
i jumped in the streets and then i let it raise me
[verse 3: rick ross]
lss 400, big motor, push star, on guard
all eyes, stick totals, who hatin’?
no patience, line house, who hatin’?
ov, go deep 100 rounds, 4 seats
care city to carolina, i’ma carry mine
chickens on the g5, dope boy airlines
cuban links to columbia, i got the better numbers
been a p-ssy eater, but never have i been a lover
f-ck em
[chorus: ern j]
why the f-ck you callin’ like you don’t know that the trap open
why the f-ck you ran up in, you know d-mn where the scr-p loaded
know i got convicted, so i gotta let it stop holdin’
all these n-ggas play rich on the gram and they ain’t got motion
rolls royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
soul t–th, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
straight work, gay rock, i just call it hulk hogan
there’s i, f-ck that, know my workers still post it
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