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letra de trap nigga - hoodrich pablo juan & drugrixh pe$o

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i’m a trap n-gg-, keep a sandwich bag and the scale with me
trap n-gg-, waiting on them bags in the mail hitting
trap n-gg-, i don’t touch nothing, but i sell plenty
trap n-gg-, riding around in a honda with the bales in it
i’m a trap n-gg-, i’m a trap n-gg-
i’m a trap n-gg-, do it for my trap n-gg-s
i’m in the trap with it, i’m a trap n-gg-
i’m a trap n-gg-, i’m a trap n-gg-
i’m a trap n-gg-

[verse 1: manman savage]
i’m a trap n-gg-, i ain’t gotta say, yeah, you can tell
i’m a trap n-gg-, got a lot of stories i could tell
thirteen, had a triple beam scale, putting mid on the scale
robbing n-gg-s, i feel like hank, i’m the king of the hill
open doors with the strap, everybody in here strapped
got them 30s, i don’t strap them
got them 50s, i don’t strap them
take this sh-t to candler road, me and marqo making caps
you can get trapped in the trap
one way in, ain’t no way out

[verse 2: drugrixh pe$o]
real trappers in the country [?]
f-ck that b-tch in her mouth, you’re gonna kiss and tell
i done ran up the racks, you better wish me well
keep a hard glock 40 with the scale
i [?] with me, stripping plugs for a bale
give them to my youngin’s, let them sell them
i’m trapping gas, your sh-t don’t gotta smell
don’t f-ck with that b-tch ’cause she had a little smell
i started selling dimes, couldn’t get enough
trap bankroll, look like mega bucks
plug said f-ck the plane, use the mega bus
got your b-tch on the drugs, she think she on angel dust

[verse 3: hoodrich pablo juan]
i’m a trap n-gg-
you a p-ssy n-gg-
heard you going out, bad
plugged in, strapped up, hundred n-gg-s wearing mony flags
xans, lean, bricks, n-gg-s got hundred bags
keep the chopper tucked off in my duffel bag
real trap n-gg-, fell in love with glad bags
and i was having glad, n-gg-, you can add that
i’m on candler road, n-gg-, got a grand canyon
i shoot that sh-t up, wipe my pistol with my bandana

[verse 4: drugrixh hect]
i poured a four of hitech in a tropicana
and i’m rich off drugs, b-tch, i’ve never been a scammer
playing that fake rich sh-t gon’ have you -ss for ransom
this n-gg- thought this sh-t was sweet, i popped his on camera
that draco hold a hundred rounds, this b-tch ain’t got no hammer
in the car, just serving junkies on candler
i f-cked that little swoop, then i put her on camera
wrong rag, n-gg-, check the bandana
scoreboard, i ain’t taking taking no loss
how the f-ck you think i got these triple crosses?
double dribble, i just criss-crossed him
you’ve been going out back, you ain’t been with no bosses
drugrixh, we ain’t taking no losses
get some shots fired ’bout some pillow talking

- hoodrich pablo juan drugrixh peo

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