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letra de by myself - lil b

[intro]
we still trappin’
just lil b

[verse 1]
trappin’ out in the hallway
breaking down weed all day
servin’ pounds like hallway
trappin’ so hard i done broke my leg
selling kicks, no kickstand
in the hood with the weedman!
i’m selling tree to the weedman!
trappin’ so hard i done broke my hand
come in with the [?] runner
you in my trap i need some
you a snitch i don’t see none
track the trailer, the weed coming!
ee ee, the fiends coming
og but he’s still telling
“hey, they still telling. f-ck! they still telling!”
f-ck! bust his mouth in!
all dogs don’t go to heaven
b-ttnaked with a mac-11
trappin’ so hard i done broke my necklace
went outside, i didn’t took a shower
honda civic, with the power
selling weed at the afterhours
selling weed when i take a shower
selling weed when i’m eating dinner
bring me some brick like master splinter
chop it up, then serve dinner
trappin’ so hard i done hurt my liver
trappin’ so hard that it hurt my hand
i don’t give a f-ck, they all dead
f-ck it, [?]
f-ck it, they all dead
laughing it up like i’m the joker!
make a play while i’m playing poker
selling weed, selling coca
trappin’ so hard i had to choke ya
trappin’ so hard it reminded me what i did last week
trappin’ so hard i done hurt my feet
remix the bricks with the geese

[chorus]
hitting these l!cks all by myself
f-cking these hoes all by myself
stealing these cars all by myself
breaking these laws i don’t need no help
hitting these l!cks all by myself
f-cking these hoes all by myself
stealing these cars all by myself
breaking these laws i don’t need no help
i’m by myself!
i’m by myself!
i’m by myself!
breaking these laws i don’t need no help
i’m by myself!
by myself!
i’m by myself!
breaking these laws i don’t need no help (i don’t need no help)

[verse 2]
out in [?], remixing
i’m selling dope out of nana kitchen
i’m selling birds, you would think i’m tripping
selling cookies out of nana kitchen
selling cookies like mrs. doubtfire
where poppop? we got the lighter
ask nana where she hid the lighter
cook the crack and start a fire
you got dope on your face
come in with the .38
got bananas, you would think i’m straight
so many straps i must be g-y
who got dope on they face?
who got play [?]
who got money to play?
moi, i done birthed the cake
mwuah, i done kissed your face
lay low, i done caught a case
still trappin’ every day
my weedman love me he must be g-y
got so many hoes you know i’m straight
but this game is so crooked
y’all n-ggas don’t want no p-ssy
hiding bundles up in your booty
hiding bundles up in the backseat
i ain’t gonna rat, but that don’t attract me
i ain’t gonna snitch you don’t gotta ask me
f-ck a b-tch, no attachments
selling bricks, don’t harr-ss me
i don’t [?]
selling brick out of the taxi
my uber driver been trying to text me
i ain’t gonna let that b-tch harr-ss me
all they know is i’m selling candy
hardknock pinetrees call me andy
i keep bread ’cause they tryna jail me
(we still trappin’)

- lil b

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