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letra de dealers & robbers - joey trap

[intro]
yup, let’s go
in the trap house i had 700 o’s
drive back to my mansion, i had 700 hoes, shh
who the f-ck is on my phone? (808 demon on that motherf-cker)
police tryna tap it, but i’m tapped in with the snow

[chorus]
i’m in the trap with the dealers and robbers (yeah)
can’t talk on the phone ’cause the police gon’ stop us (yeah)
can’t run out the back, i’ma stay with my choppa
yeah, them n-ggas that’s hatin’ the one’s always watchin’
convertible whip, but i still got the top up
we gon’ kick in your door, it don’t matter you locked up
if you ain’t got no bottles, boy, we sendin’ shots up

[verse]
might flip a lil’ bowl, but i’m not eatin’ pasta
i’m still gettin’ with money, it makе me a monster
leanin’ off codеine, it’s bad for my posture
might hop in the foreign whip, n-gga, i lost ya
ooh, mom, this a bentley
ooh, nah, you can’t rent these
told her it’s percocets, we serving fenty
i’m shootin’ a 40 round drum ’til it’s empty
woah, ooh, what the f-ck is the cap ’bout?
you ain’t a shooter, we is all that you rap ’bout
he tried to rob us, we pullin’ the mac out
ooh, i see why you be hatin’
this n-gga mad ’cause he never gon’ make it
n-gga, i’m about guap and it’s f-ck bein’ famous
let’s go, this n-gga tapped out, stay down
n-gga, i’m workin’, you n-ggas just lay ’round
we with them choppers, you know we don’t play ’round
when i was ten, i had a stick at the playground
they said i would fail, what my teachers gon’ say now?
gettin’ this money, i think i’m okay now
servin’ that white, it’s a rabbit, like 8 mile
pop five percocets (yeah)
i’m in the garage, i had to park the red corvette (yeah)
police in the front so we move work up out the back (yeah)
disappear like batman, n-ggas don’t know where we at (let’s go)
[chorus]
i’m in the trap with the dealers and robbers
can’t talk on the phone ’cause the police gon’ stop us
can’t run out the back, i’ma stay with my choppa
yeah, them n-ggas that’s hatin’ the one’s always watchin’
convertible whip, but i still got the top up
we gon’ kick in your door, it don’t matter you locked up
if you ain’t got no bottles, boy, we sendin’ shots up

- joey trap

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