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letra de bottom of the trap - hardo

bottom of the trap lyrics
[verse 1: hardo]
man, this rat-ass n-gga got whiskers
told her, “no pictures,” nah, i won’t kiss her
stopped taking percs, i’m a real bad itcher
[?][0:20], shoot it like curry on the sixers
i got the snow and i’m makin’ it blizzard
f-ck your lil’ stove, we came up on blenders
f-ck these hoes, these n-ggas be tender
i put a sign on the trap, say, “enter”
i put a switch on the gl!ck
i keep a broom like a witch
pulled up on camp, ain’t in tents
f-ck every n-gga against
i got a thousand, ain’t tens
i’m makin’ thousand attempts
donkey’ll knock off your limbs
i lifted weight, it ain’t gyms
i sold an eighthy in kim’s
i rode out daily to slim
i got these bricks, i’m makin’ it flood
look at my wrist, i camе from the mud
fresh evеry day like i came from the club
i want him whacked, i’m spendin’ a dub
sell dope all day, crazy, i was
got a lil’ wiser, now i got bud
d-ck on the nina, i made it a stud
she wanna f-ck, right hand on the tub
bust on her b-tt, i took off the rug
f-ck all this rap sh-t, b-tch, i’m a plug
i’m a real bird man, he want a lug
stepped on whole one, that’s what it was
i caught a cold one, that’s just because
need one wholesome shorty, some love
f-cked on the girl, now she making me grub
i’m a real big dog, he just a cub
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
f-ck your cuz, we’ll blow in the club
i ain’t doing no song that’s more than a dub
all blue slip, n-gga, know that we cuz
yeah, gang them crip, lil’ bro and them blood
popped two percs while i poured the mud
i walk sh-t down like you holding a grudge
left wrist dance, it’s holding my cut
n-ggas knowin’ you cap and you told to the judge
ice too freezey
take dog chain, he easy
ar slap like meechy’s
lil’ big bl!cky
n-ggas like, “ice, you tweaking”
rock diors, not yeezys
whole neck rocky
ho give me head, that’s sloppy
icy as f-ck, play hockey
pint full of molly
never [?][1:32]
light sh-t up like takis
never been tight, no back and forth
we caught two bodies back and forth
forgis beatin’, we crashed the porsche
olympics gang how i clap that torch
wocky, quagy, my naps too short
i was runnin’ up pints back with act’ and mort’s
load up that yop, them 7.62s
back to back like i’m stackin’ quarters
[verse 3: hardo]
rich of course
i was getting crack cocaine on the block, that dope up north
dec was a rat, he showed ’em the trap, if he knew the exacts, would’ve showed ’em the fork
i spit the facts, chop with the gadget attached, tryna put on a show for your corpse
i had to tax, d-mn, he was always a liar, but told ’em the truth in the courts

[verse 4: est gee]
ain’t no way i’ll let ’em get away when we go broad day
y’all be playing ’round with small change, really in my way
two different bricks, i gave three separate hits, now it’s lebron james
six now
how’d i know? i told him rock his coat to hide his pole, not ’cause it’s in style
duck off, i come in town
know how i get down
he tried to run, ain’t pull his bl!ck out
knocked his ribs out
you know it’s levels
n-ggas playing ’round with fire ’til they run into the devil
’cause you talk loud and aggressive
that do not make you a stepper
wanna walk down, be careful
if you trip, you going to heaven
all them times that i remember
them fumes got me high from scr-ping up them extras
if it’s raw food, you can feel it in the texture ‘fore you smell it

- hardo

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