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letra de busy - k-trap

[intro]
tsh-tsh, tsh
mm, mm

[verse]
hate when i see man givin’ a big in (nathaniel london)
see them live in the flesh, they’re timid
thousand g’s, just broke down the brizzy (ye)
told little man that it’s gonna get busy (busy)
emz stepped out, that’s suttin’ risky
now, your wishbone on the tizzy
tell you ’bout the treacherous summers
bro had a string on the mizzy-bizzy (yeah, yeah)
before them labels meetin’s, i really had a shotgun stuck, tryna greet them (yeah)
ever get the drop in the mornin’, but you got colly?
you gotta fling bine in the evenin’ (bap, bap)
me and bro stepped two spinners
whoever we see is finders keepers (keepers)
remember when i found out we lost them beaters?
i really felt like i was grievin’ (agh)
two man deep in hatton, but still, that’s a quarter in kettles (huh)
can’t you see this vs-vs1?
don’t ask if i walk with the metal (i do)
even when i sat in petty, gang tryna lay down petals, gotta get settled
mash in the tech fleece, gonna get tekky, who’s goin’ petty? (who?)
big mood, meet you in the day time later on
till you get dressed up, till you get s-xy
uptown diners, spoke to the k!llies, they’re downtown firin’ (grrt), bro wanna drill it
i don’t mind drivin’ (nyoom), check then fill it, check then fill it (fill it)
in the phone to the personal shopper, i just wanna know if it’s oversized or fitted (i know)
i just wanna know why they talk so wicked (wicked)
talk so warm with short and sawn
easy to double tap, but i like the auto more (grrt, bap)
walk with parc’, it was mac’s and spinners, now, i sign autograph (ye, ye)
they rap and chat it, i don’t know ’bout them, but we really walk with ours
shoppin’ with bae, f-ck around, get her the bag, mini, medium, large (ye)
speedy cars, pull up, big man (nyoom), let them out first, tryna see the -rs- (yeah)
you never run none, nuttin’ with a fire and cl!cked it, now, you’re a liar (liar)
you never cooked it raw, had half a brick in the window, still tryna dry-ah (ye)
i gave lambeth hope with this mash and this thousand grams a coke (yola)
take that sandwich back and go, i want thirty grand on nole (on nole)
i never switch and go with the fake, i’d rather stand alone (trappo)
i’d give it to bro, he went for the landin’, came home landin’ loads
goats, i tell you why
how many times did i f-ck up the bag and didn’t even televise? (huh)
how much times did i step with the thing out here? it’s too fiery, i ain’t gonna bury mine (fiery)
the parcel’s bad, now, it’s just slabs, three hundred k in tabs
social cramp, double r chop when we still in the hood, gotta put down the flaps (yeah, yeah)
[outro]
(nathaniel london)

- k trap

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