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letra de trauma - fna

[verse 1: bx]
haha
yeah, yeah, yeah…
what you want? (huh?)
pull with the skunk, yeah i bet you want (nah)
hit my blunt (what?)
gonna pull that stunt, yeah i bet you won’t (uh)
thought you was my homie but your actions gonna show me (show me)
you would twist the knife, not end my life, but you’d control me
all up with that mental sh-t, get bent lil’ b-tch we’ll have ’em foldin’
pull up with expensive sh-t, extended sh-t an then unload it
he don’t touch the p-ssy, tell me “why is that?” (why?)
he don’t eat the p-ssy, he too dry for that
try to overcharge for that b00boo stack
if we run up, p-ssy, he gon’ run right back (run it)

[verse 2: fna]
just tryna make somе cash right off the bat
get my sh-t at high levеl
made the path with the devil (hey)
slay this motherf-cks i have no rival (rival)
you talk big only cause you have a preety good ghostwriter
at least i’m singing the sh-t that i wrote
don’t call me the g.o.a.t. cause i am
just floating like a boat in the game
all the sh-t that you claim, is like
throwing water in the rain
don’t mean nothing to your name
you’ll still be sh-t in the future like today
and i don’t f-ck with you cuz you ain’t
the type of person i wanna be around
you fake ass motherf-cker we gun you down
me and bx ’bout to flex
drip on my neck
we’re doin’ this sh-t back to back
with no regrets
if you ain’t on our side
you better decide
b-tch you better hide
we ’bout to blow up
and thats no motherf-ckin’ lie
just made eye contact
and the b-tch is about to cry, hey

- fna

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