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letra de trauma - fivio foreign & lil tjay

[intro: lil tjay, fivio foreign & ]
(sh-t)
(ah)

(yeah)
not sad, yes say that, no shame (yeah)
got it working to the gods, as far as i came (yeah)
i been doin’ me, bro don’t be strange (huh)
no breaks, i want everything (huh)
n-ggas get a buzz i don’t know why they stop (d-mn) (i don’t know why they stop) (d-mn)
huh
i don’t know why they stop
i work too hard to let thеm take me out my spot (yeah)
[chorus: lil tjay & fivio foreign]
smokе for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain)
i rap for the commas, i cl!ck for the gang (baow)
made it so i walk around with foreigns everyday (skr)
real n-gga i ain’t ever had no water on my name (yeah)
water on my wrist tho, water on my chain (hmm)
water got your b-tch wet, make her go insane (uh)
pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (skr)
i done probably drove every f-cking foreign you can name (skr-skr)

[verse 1: lil tjay & fivio foreign]
locked up, free my n-ggas sittin in the chains (yeah)
full score, tryna get some new points for the gang (huh)
if this ain’t what you want, then slow your role and play it lame (nah)
’cause the moment bodies droppin’ sh-t will never be the same (grrrr)
lotta n-ggas real, couple n-ggas fake (yeah)
got the bag, then my thoughts flipped the other way (uh)
dirty n-gga, why you steady lookin’ at my plate
it be greedy n-ggas, those type of n-ggas that i hate (ah)
traumatized, stick and head bust, nothing fake (yeah)
tryna talk to god but ion’t know if he relate (yeah)
like, if they would’ve took me, am i valid through the gates?
it’s the type of sh-t that i don’t know
it’s the type of sh-t that i be feelin’ when i’m low (d-mn)
in the clouds, i’m smoking on this dummy out the o (d-mn)
momma told me gotta stop the dissing and gotta grow
then i think ’bout how them n-ggas wanted me to go (huh)
[verse 2: fivio foreign]
this all my sh-t, when i take losses it feels like karma (uh)
‘member i was broke, and now i’m assuming all these commas (uh)
sippin’ on this cup, and i’m just thinkin’ ’bout my momma (uh)
i’m tryna keep a focus, i’m attracting all this drama (uh)
yeah, and i don’t even know who fault is this (i don’t)
but i climbed too far to go and fall on this (i won’t)
b-tch i knew for years (yeah), acting like she care
goin’ live, clout chasin’, look at all this sh-t (uh)
gotta stay solid under pressure (pressure)
n-ggas talk in caps, so i don’t let them give me lectures (nah)
i don’t think you corny n-gga, i just think i’m better
and the feds probably read your sh-t, so i don’t send ’em letters (uh)
you know that hatred get me sick
if i was broke, and you was me, you’d be a l!ck (huh, yeah)
half a percocet and l!cky get me lit (yeah)
i’ll probably fall asleep, so i don’t hit the spliff (uh)

[chorus: lil tjay & fivio foreign]
smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain)
i rap for the commas, i cl!ck for the gang (baow)
made it so i walk around with foreigns everyday (skr)
real n-gga i ain’t ever had no water on my name (yeah)
water on my wrist tho, water on my chain (hmm)
water got your b-tch wet, make her go insane (yeah)
pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (skr)
i done probably drove every f-cking foreign you can name (skr-skr)
(hmm-hmm)

- fivio foreign lil tjay

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