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letra de kreepstreet - ghostemane

[verse 1]
on my way to dro’s
rappin’, rappin’ real slow
got a bag full of caps
and i’m ready for the show
rappin’, reppin’ solo
all friends turn to foe
ask ’em all and they know
i’ll biz be a pro
but they just can’t hang
always beggin’ tryin’ to borrow
but a homie makin’ so many moves hard to follow
got a b-tch, and she swallowin’ my d-ck ’til it’s hollow
make a move on her, try, she will stick you like apollo

[hook]
got the 12’s in the trunk
turn it up and let ’em bump
f-ck a homie if he slump
chump, don’t hit the blunt (3x)

got the 12’s in the trunk
12, 12’s in the trunk
got the 12’s in the trunk
12, 12’s in the trunk

got the 12’s in the trunk
turn it up and let ’em bump
f-ck a homie if he slump
chump, don’t hit the blunt

[verse 2]
i’m the cracka who rappin’ and snappin’ on beats
while the b-ss in you trunk hit you clean out you seat
you can blame it on me cuz i’m all that you see
when the lights go out see that gold in my t–th
see you dissin’ on me but you chillin’ in your momma’s livin’ room beggin’ for ends
and playin’ pretend
you don’t get no p-ssy but play with your hand
shouts out to my fans
that reppin’ my set
i love y’all to death
event the haters be startin’ to rep
say what you wanna you noddin’ your head
you come to my show and you put up your hands and try to make friends
i’ll spit in your face
makin’ a scene cuz i’m runnin’ the place
stompin’ you out, makin’ the bouncers take you out
while i finish my drink, b-tch

[hook]
got the 12’s in the trunk
turn it up and let ’em bump
f-ck a homie if he slump
chump, don’t hit the blunt (3x)

got the 12’s in the trunk
12, 12’s in the trunk
got the 12’s in the trunk
12, 12’s in the trunk

got the 12’s in the trunk
turn it up and let ’em bump
f-ck a homie if he slump
chump, don’t hit the blunt

[verse 3]
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with my set
get the f-ck out the donk
f-ckin’ up the rotation
cuz you tryin’ to take a bump
now you got that c0ke powder on my seats, better leave
or believe, i will throw you out the back, test me
cops f-cked my life up, slapped me with a charge
i’m not tryin’ to see no lights flashin’ right behind my car
never kick it with a narc, cuz you just never know
who follow the code
so i stay s-o-l-o

- ghostemane

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