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letra de trophies - jay lyricz

[verse]
plan to hit them one direction numbers with no gps
i’m coming on this beat and i ain’t even bought it dinner yet
swag; full of it
n-gga, suck my left nut
b-tch, suck it ’til it’s numb
you don’t deserve the right one
yeah, these n-ggas are in it to win it
haven’t given a f-ck like wale
a n-ggas still young but he rap like he from the stone age
started from young and it sounded like sh-t
now the flow is so cologne spray
and i jacked your nikes because i took advice from coldchain
and his flow so cold like he held up his own d-mn flow
don’t need no psychic to tell i love p-ssy more than symone
just wait for fader, b-tch, i’ll have each spot in top quadruple
because i’m so f-cking great, i can rap for two duos
i swear i’m just a rapper, i ain’t really nothing special
she said that’s a f-cking lie, cuz your d-ck head is monumental
and i ain’t at my capital, check my st–z
f-ggot, i just met your girl, that is why she’s on her knees
and a f-cking god to please, so don’t f-cking bother me
high off of whiskey?
naw, i’m drunk off that capri
a beast on the loose leaf, this beat’s such a beauty
i got that deep connection accent
cause i’m all up and over e’s
and i don’t need a father figure, i’m my own man
i ain’t running way from home, this ain’t no simple plan
i do not rap about money, yet i don’t turn down the stacks
i rap because i’m a rapper, now did you get all of that?
i be tipping over b-tches when they grab me by the handle
but i ain’t f-cking in the kitchen, get off of my table
you really think that beating me will f-cking stop me
well, let me say this, b-tch, you could suck on my nable
got the gangsters feeling me, i’m more raw than booker t
and lyrically, i smash those that ever f-cking doubted me
that ain’t chocolate, that’s doo-doo baby
cannon shoot swag out, good to the greatest
you’re a common n-gga, i am such an apostrophe
when i’m on top, there ain’t n0body that’s stopping me
bedrock, messy sheets, f-ck with me
f-ck the v, have your mouth guarded
you better watch your t–th… peace
pick a beat, any beat…
watch me rip it in one piece
stretching the f-cking bar like the left arm of luffy
this that magic, feel the p-ssion
grabbing at the most contagious syringes
out of the rubbish
and stabbing her f-cking m-ffin before comes out the oven
then take flight like blake griffen
because them coppas catching fits and carrying them heavy pistols
the antagonist, placing p-n-s cream up in your sandwiches
bagging some and tossing them back at your f-cking bad parenting
pick pocketing a couple bums, his activity is so disparaging
but he don’t care what you think, he don’t even care what he think
he’s just gonna keep dropping sh-t like the loads left in your kitchen sink
coming hot like satan’s crotch from m-st-rbating

- jay lyricz

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