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letra de trap beatin - lil mexico

[intro]
(welcome to 1st class)

[chorus]
i came from nothin’, now a n-gga young and turnt (young and turnt)
they hate to see me with that bag, i got ’em hurt (got ’em hurt)
know where i’m at, come swing my door, you need some work (need some work)
my trap beatin’ every day like it’s the first (trap)
trap beatin’, they like, “look at them boys there, them n-ggas really eatin'”
find the code to get them racks and now they think i’m cheatin’
get some rest the day i die, right now i ain’t sleepin’
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then we ain’t speaking (shut up)

[verse]
ridе through the city and i’m looking in my rearview (in my rеarview)
don’t let these hatin’-ass n-ggas come get near you (come get near you)
these rappers say they still trap, but mexi’ still do (mexi’ still do)
right now i’m tryna see what b-tch i’m gon’ get into
it was monday and i hit that p-ssy raw (that sh-t up raw)
no i can’t serve that n-gga there, i heard that he the law (you the police)
he was my dawg for real, but why that n-gga end up flaw? (boy, you a b-tch)
out in these streets, you never ‘posed to speak on what you saw (what you saw)
youngest n-gga in my city that done did it (that done did it, n-gga)
ayy, what you hatin’ on me for? y’all n-ggas b-tches (y’all n-ggas b-tches)
look at these racks, i got ’em bustin’ out my britches (big racks, man, y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on)
my last trap, i beat the door straight off the hinges (uh, uh)
[chorus]
i came from nothin’, now a n-gga young and turnt (young and turnt)
they hate to see me with that bag, i got ’em hurt (got ’em hurt)
know where i’m at, come swing my door, you need some work (you need some work)
my trap beatin’ every day like it’s the first (trap, trap)
trap beatin’, they like, “look at them boys there, them n-ggas really eatin'” (eatin’)
find the code to get them racks and now they think i’m cheatin’
get some rest the day i die, right now i ain’t sleepin’
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then we ain’t speaking (shut the f-ck up)

[verse]
free my bro, he made a quick two hundred out the bag (bag)
ain’t tryna hear the stories ’bout the sh-t you had (tryna hear it, n-ggas sad)
we set the tone around the way, that’s why these n-ggas mad (mad)
last n-gga dissed on me, it got his baby mama smashed (got your b-tch f-cked)
trap for real, pack a steel, before the deal, was havin’ deals (deals)
ain’t no trash inside the can, it’s filled with empty vacuum seals
how it feel? say you eatin’, that’s your dawg, then pass the meal
i can’t let my n-ggas crash out on me, i’ma grab the wheel
and i won’t pout about if i take a loss today
the label dropped that check, i’m going straight back to la (go)
if you ain’t with me, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what you say (shut the f-ck up)
f-ck makin’ friends, i’m too busy tryna make a play

[chorus]
i came from nothin’, now a n-gga young and turnt (young and turnt)
they hate to see me with that bag, i got ’em hurt (got ’em hurt)
know where i’m at, come swing my door, you need some work (need some work)
my trap beatin’ every day like it’s the first
trap beatin’, they like, “look at them boys there, them n-ggas really eatin'”
find the code to get them racks and now they think i’m cheatin’
get some rest the day i die, right now i ain’t sleepin’
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then we ain’t speaking (shut the f-ck up)
[outro]
got these b-tch-ass n-ggas mad, man

- lil mexico

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