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letra de in the trenches - jack boy

[intro]
doo doo doo doo
sniper
i’m really loaded, i’m turnt up
i’m in the trenches, man

[verse]
f-ck her and her momma, i’m a mother f-cker
street pharmacist, neighbourhood hustler
told her that i love her, but i still don’t trust her
i’m a b-st-rd, my daddy been a buster
if i see that n-gg-, chopper sing like usher
f-ckin’ samurai, daddy i’mma cut ya
night light, yellow diamonds shine the city
boy get off your -ss, and go and get it
lord forgive me, for my sin money
messin’ up, kickin’ doors in money
paper chaser, addicted to that fast money
put down that coach bag, get you some first cl-ss money
i want your head first, somethin’ like a crash dummy
i’m a walkin’ lick, b-tch i got that cash on me
got that boot in me, i got the juice with me
yeah the coupe tinted, got lil shooter in it
i’m a rollin’ stone, molly got my mind gone
your b-tch rode me, her friend wanna ride along
i be goin’ hard, call me v–gr-
grab the mic, then catch the holy ghost like i’m a pastor
i preach
swimmin’ in the money, trips overseas
with a foreign b-tch, s-x on the beach
mvp, i never had a bad year
lately, i’ve been touchin’ paper like a cashier
gotta earn ya spot, n-body ain’t put me here
had to play the block, when n-body played it fair
ran up a check, left you n-gg-s in the rear
once you get them bands, all your problems disappear
ooh, how you came up like that?
tell me how you f-cked the game up like that?
first place, but i started last on the track
i’m in your city, puttin’ my city on the map

- jack boy

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