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letra de free c roy - k-trap

[intro]
(handz beatz on the slap)

[verse]
go with a whistle, ain’t gonna make no noise
shotgun’s stuffed, two boys
hammerin’ trizz when the pack’s destroyed
another times, pack is joy
and ten gotta stutter, boy
huh, you dance with the uh-uh, woi
can’t wait till they free c roy
hammer on me, just near my groin
i was at steve’s, and he needed foil
c-ckin’ the b-tton, you see the oil
i was in the drap to ibz’s
same time, tryna get my man stretched
you gon’ ride or step?
i think that he’s fine with lead
a hundred racks and jewelry
you think i ain’t buyin’ tools, you bumped your head
hundred sh-lls and a m way down
and it came from manchest’
lyin’, step with the thingy
had the gauge, retta, mizzy
that’s a g, r in the m
and i felt like post diddy
two plugs, phones, so there’s a brand new flake
two different wraps of white
and i’m tryna compare them, arrdee, aitch
one’s 37 and 38
get me in the usa
i’m tryna link drake in drakes
it was me and rose, tryna take that road
fast-forward, it’s me and rose in tape
magnum bottle of 42, watch all the birds appear
b22’s, no loubs
bring my trainer, they said “wear shoes”
i ain’t got a point to prove
when they made me feel like a dule
mic’ with the waps, and crash on the gram
i post a pic’, mood
now, i’m lyin’, the man’s just tired
skangs are watless, all been fired
preein’ the watches like the timin’
louis head to toe, no stylist
know they ain’t like this
when overnight, i been out here grindin’
then i’d have sky or disney channel
i still met miley cyrus
i got dirty, but i was the cleanest
i let ’em owe me, told them to keep it
i was inside when i got with this vs
they’re playin’ with s size
think they can’t see it
i feel a usa baddie to europe
heard me talk, and she wanna feel it
stay in the viler, and get her a beatin’
and go to the city, i’m feelin’ like grealish
you never did it, you never done it
you was online, but you never run it
told you i really had lake in the cover
felt to cry with these hundred onions
if i can’t go, i’m sure i’ll fund them
here in the summer, we come with the thunder
yeah, i’m a rapper, really a hustler
and i’m a slapper, we stack man jumper

- k trap

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