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letra de live from the trenches - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
(danny g on the beat)
yeah
on my mind, it’s like melly, free the guys, n-gga
yeah, yeah, like
on my mind, it’s like—
free the guys, i got murder on my—
like melly, free the guys
what’s up with this sh-t we rappin’—
(d-mn, jakesand)
(bang that sh-t)
yeah

[verse]
i got murder on my mind just like melly, free the guys
this ho weak as sh-t, we ran from the police, she let me drive
i be paranoid, so i don’t do red lights or stop signs
you can’t call my phone for nothin’, i don’t let hoes waste my time
n-ggas worse than hoes, actin’ just like fans, i don’t get it
if i kept hoopin’, sh-t, i probably’d bе the best n-gga on the pistons
shе knew i’m live from the trap, you just livin’ in it
i’ve been out of town so long, even my custos say they miss a n-gga
i woke up and made some money, now my pockets swole
makin’ thousands in my sleep, i got the cheat code
her lil’ bag, it cost some pape’, i don’t f-ck with cheap hoes
couldn’t afford that b-tch you had, she met the gang and she got repo’ed
ain’t never cryin’ over no b-tch, i just ran my money up
she gon’ call your phone again, she see you post a hundred plus
my new b-tch so f-ckin’ bad, i think i got this ho by luck
i quit school, i’m tryna trap and get a benz, like f-ck the bus
in the club, went to shiesty home, can’t even see my face (yup)
n-ggas think i’m tryna rob, i’m tryna take your b-tch away
she gon’ have more fun with me when she find out i’m gettin’ pape’
live crazy, these hoes suck the d-ck before we go on a date
get some money music, grab your money counter, n-gga, thumb through it
n-gga, turn your speakers up, go to the trap, might make a hundred to it
n-ggas actin’ like they k!llers, i’m like, “d-mn, that’s what the drugs do?”
my n-ggas rich, we hit l!cks, ain’t gotta sell ’em to the d-mn jeweler (my n-ggas)
you came up doin’ this sh-t, my n-ggas vets
n-ggas turned you to a gangster, you a clown, a chia pet
doin’ donuts, fishtailin’ when i stab off in the ‘cat
she called me broke, i started laughin’, i’m at the crib countin’ some racks, yeah
[outro]
she called me broke, i’m at the crib countin’ some racks, n-gga

- glockboyz teejaee

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