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letra de stolen trackhawk - lil bean

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[intro: lil bean]
bag talk, yeah, f-ck it, mask off
stolen trackhawk, we gon’ tear the dash off
brand-new beno on, forgot to take the tag off
(reece, take ’em to church)

[verse 1: lil bean]
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who out there? fifty deep, we don’t got a pole
bro ain’t with that nosey sh-t, better watch your nose
pull off in that widebody, better watch your toes
n-gga wanna join the band, this sh-t like rock and roll
n-gga, i’ve been balling hard like it’s final four
ask about me in my hood, they tell you i’m the g.o.a.t.​​
i was supposed to been fall off, but that ain’t what she wrote
blue sweatpants, should’ve slept in
diamonds rhine’ and rose, and my pocket fn
bro just bought a chop, i call that invеstments
baby want a spot, this might be your best chancе
this your best chance, you might not see me again
i get in that mode, you might not see me for a minute
lookin’ at my n-ggas like serena ’cause they tennis
i walk in the spot and it’s real n-ggas in attendance

[chorus: lil bean]
bag talk, yeah, f-ck it, mask off
stolen trackhawk, we gon’ tear the dash off
brand-new beno on, forgot to take the tag off, yeah
heavy firearms ’cause i can’t lack at all, yeah
tell that b-tch to back off
let her backstage, she tryna get my pants off, yeah
brodie sippin’ syrup like he got a bad cough, yeah
throw it in the air, she like, “when the cash fall?” yeah
[verse 2: 22nd jim]
yeah, throw in the air and watch it sweep up
this an ap, not a carti, n-gga, keep up
got the baddest of the baddest touchin’ toes tryna please us
steady sinnin’, but i’m winnin’, i need jesus
nothin’ plain, hit the jeweler, tell him, “freeze us”
n-ggas broke, why the f-ck is n-ggas breathin’?
so many bags in the trap, you wouldn’t believe it
garbage bags, but ain’t no trash, put the ps up
hit my line with them dracs, i need more ks
you know i rap and b-tch, i trap, i get it both ways
these n-ggas play, we make ’em lay, can’t do no playin’
if she ain’t payin’, she ain’t stayin’, that’s on bro grave
six figures out the trap, got ’em intimidated
bouncin’ out in stolen tracks tryna eliminate ’em
i was a n-gga in the back until i elevated
and one thing about lil’ jim, i ain’t never hated (jim, n-gga)

[chorus: lil bean]
bag talk, yeah, f-ck it, mask off
stolen trackhawk, we gon’ tear the dash off
brand-new beno on, forgot to take the tag off, yeah
heavy firearms ’cause i can’t lack at all, yeah
tell that b-tch to back off
let her backstage, she tryna get my pants off, yeah
brodie sippin’ syrup like he got a bad cough, yeah
throw it in the air, she like, “when the cash fall?” yeah

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