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letra de prophecy - joey trap

[intro]
(water whippin’ sh-t)
n-gga, uh

[chorus]
trappin’ and rappin’, i fulfill my prophecy
we serve the pills to the block like the pharmacy
roll up an ounce of that gas and that grabba leaf
heart of a lion, i’m hard ’cause i gotta be
that n-gga looked at me wrong, it’s a robbery
ayy, how you gonna snitch on your man? that’s a mockery
too many sticks in the trap, it’s an armory
every time i shoot, i got the precision
the codeine my apples, it f-cked up my vision
i can’t see the fake, i’m too focused on b-tches
baby, you for the streets unless you washin’ dishes

[verse]
i pop be a perky and i go r-t-rded
whip filled with keys, i push it to start it
big amg, it take off like a rocket
n-gga, you can’t beat me, i get way out of pocket
let’s go, i can’t tell any time ’cause it’s ice on my watch
i can’t see through the tints of the whip, [?]
all of that internet beef, you a target
i got the quality sh-t, man, this ain’t on the market
i been in the runtz, so you know i’ma spark it
yo’ b-tch a freak so you know i’ma shark it
if you snitchin’ to police, n-gga, you be narcin’
let’s go, pick up my phone, baby, i cannot get up
if the police is outside the trap, it’s a setup
casually walk out the back, n-gga, i got my head up
casually been on my sh-t, n-gga, i got my bread up
i took the laces out the snake, margiela’s
y’all is just actors, fake, do better
i got the whole rocket launcher, this not no beretta
it’s not a time-make, baby, this is audemars
let a n-gga verse me, we goin’ bar to bar
up in the stick shift audi, it’s hard to start
all the freaks comin’ out, i dog
n-gga, i’m just a dog, but i don’t bark
you pig and a hog, n-gga, you not
we done came way too far from where we start
n-gga, i’m always havin’ it, i’m on my savage sh-t
y’all go out bad and sh-t, y’all go out sad and sh-t
why you so mad as sh-t? i’m in my packages
[chorus]
trappin’ and rappin’, i fulfill my prophecy
we serve the pills to the block like the pharmacy
roll up an ounce of that gas and that grabba leaf
heart of a lion, i’m hard ’cause i gotta be
that n-gga looked at me wrong, it’s a robbery
ayy, how you gonna snitch on your man? that’s a mockery
too many sticks in the trap, it’s an armory
every time i shoot, i got the precision
the codeine my apples, it f-cked up my vision
i can’t see the fake, i’m too focused on b-tches
baby, you for the streets unless you washin’ dishes

- joey trap

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