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letra de white - joey trap

[intro]
(only1frenzy)

[verse]
had to vacuum seal it for the mail, so we was squashin’ grams
i just finished countin’ up a thirty, gotta wash my hands
n-ggas need some glasses for the money, you don’t see no bands
told my lil’ homie keep a pistol, he don’t got no hands
bad b-tch tweakin’ at the crib, said she love white
thought she got a [?] for free, i told her not quite
pour a little eight up in the fanta, this is not sprite
told her do a flip up in the phantom, make the price right
f-ck you look like beefin’ with a beast, i’m like n-gga please
we just crossed the borders with the trees, i’ve been stackin’ p’s
let me show you how to whip the kеys, i got recipes
hit a n-gga block up with the piеce, n-gga, rest in peace
ah, i be on my sh-t
my n-gga tay up on the stick, i told that b-tch come hold the bl!cky
i just rolled a pound of zazi, got my fingers way too sticky
many men be tryna k!ll me, i be out here like i’m 50
what’s the prob? i just came to rob
make this b-tch my slob
it’s the mob
money over everything, i pray to god
this the squad
had to flush it all the way down the drain, i heard the jakes comin’
your b-tch in her droppin’ of the bread, bet her face come in
y’all be tryna flip the work that’s stepped on, i’ll take somethin’
once we pull the choppa out the whip, you see the snakes runnin’
bouncin’ with the pist’
i got the forty on my wrist since i put forty on my b-tches
i don’t conversate with none of you n-ggas ’cause that be snitchin’
servin’ fentanyl, it had the fiends all out here twitchin’, that’s on god
yo’ b-tch out here throatin’ up the gang, that is not your wife
soft n-ggas rappin’ ’bout the pain, that is not your life
god mode, say my name in vein and we is not so nice
you don’t really trap, my n-gga, you ain’t sold no white

- joey trap

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