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letra de trappin n rappin - gucci mane

long live the legend
my secret weapon (let the band play)
big scarr

hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupе with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i pleasе
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe

uh, they know i’m the sh-t, can’t find a n-gga like me that can do it like this
i know that i got n-ggas p-ssed, if it ain’t ’bout no beef, guess he mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch
when i’m in the booth, every time, it’s a hit, they like: d-mn, this young n-gga here really don’t miss
take up two lanes with this widebody kit, with no stars in the ceiling, just shooters in it
finna go ice up my neck and my wrist just to show all my haters a lil’ n-gga lit
never will i go out sad ’bout a b-tch, you were lyin’ to the ho like you havin’ this sh-t
i still work the frontline, i’ma hit after that, you were cuffin’ and wifin’ the b-tch
i hit the club with the reapers and switches, you play, then we cut off the lights in this b-tch

hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please (huh)
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe (uh)

i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
in the back of the phantom, but i got the key (wow)
600k cheap to me, why would i lease?
i nutted and dipped, she like: why would you leave? (yeah)
the jit wanna sign with me, say it’s his dream
he came to the trial, but couldn’t make the team (no)
7. 62 bullets ruptured his spleen (grah)
emt on the scene, cuttin’ off his jeans (well, d-mn)
let me say one thing and get that sh-t clear
i can spend two mill’ every week of the year (woah)
like snow on the ground, they drop salt on my feet
my b-tch worth a bill’, she like: why would you cheat? (b-tch)
ac is on, but that fire on the seat (fah)
seventeen years, i ain’t lie on a beat (ah)
he got shot at the meet and greet, why did he reach?
even on vacay, the chop on the beach (it’s gucci)

hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys (huh)
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe
say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
can’t tell that i got it, just know it’s in reach
hop in the coupe with no roof or the keys
i’m a rich n-gga, i do what i please
trappin’ and rappin’, i do it with ease
this sh-t that i’m smokin’, i barely can breathe

uh, i’m zooted
try to take somethin’, you get hit with the toolie
stackin’ up bread, ain’t got time for the foolin’
dead opp in my blunt, that boy smell like some sewage
i like my hundreds and fifties congruent
my main b-tch and side ho, they always into it
if it ain’t ’bout no money, don’t bring me into it
no fussin’ and fightin’, no, i can’t get into it

- gucci mane

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