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letra de ​trump mode. - nezzus

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​trump mode. lyrics
[intro]
(hey, armaan, am i invited?)
(clayco, on the beat)
top floor boss

[chorus]
yeah (yeah)
uh, uh, yeah (yeah)
walk in this b-tch, and i’m fresh as f-ck, b-tch
and my boy came up in this b-tch with a lil’ stick
play with this sh-t and yo’ ass gettin’ hit
just like a blunt, b-tch, we in here lit
i’m drippin’ all black sh-t, maybach, rick
yes, i came with my b-tch, but i’m lookin’ for b-tches
i was down on my d-ck, but i came up on riches
and my diamonds, they hittin’, your b-tch tryna get me (they is)
walk in this b-tch and i’m shinin’ like christmas
can’t hit your mans up, got his ass jiggin’
in the vip with your b-tch and i’m tryna get jiggy
b-tch, i’m goin’ trump mode, f-ck all these n-ggas

[verse 1: slimesito]
and i just f-cked this b-tch, finna f-ck his sister
i’m shootin’ these n-ggas, i’m feelin’ like hitler
i’m son of a plug, man, i’m far from a dealer
i’m smokin’ this zaza, the backwood vanilla
got tatts on your face, but you far from a k!ller
i’m shootin’ sh-t up, man, i’m like reggie miller
these n-ggas talk tough, but i know they don’t want no smoke
that body just got me in love with that gun smoke
i give him my plug, he get slimed for a truckload
i front the whole block with them keys, that’s an unload
i shoot the whole clip, then you know i’m gon’ reload
i just shoot three n-ggas, but this ain’t no [?]
on time with the [?], on top with gambino
i’m doin’ my thing, i’m not askin’ permisso’ (on gang)
yeah, n-ggas get shot through the peep hole
you know i’m [?], you know what i [?]
i step on the bricks when i remix the kilo
your b-tch in dior, and she from puerto rico
[verse 2: nezzus]
yeah
rollin’ up back to back dead opps
i got a shooter, he comin’ for [?]
all of this drip, and it’s deadstock
i got your b-tch suckin’ d-ck in a headlock
i’m a real rockstar, i’m dyin’ my dreadlocks
i got a white bih’ who playin’ with tan rock
i can’t trust you, i’m ridin’ with three glocks
this ain’t that, b-tch, you know we ain’t goin’
diamonds and money got your b-tch ho’ing
step in that b-tch and i got hundreds showin’
all of these weapons, this sh-t like the trojan
related through money, can’t have no emotion
deep in that b-tch and i’m floatin’
all of this money, the motion
i’m only chasin’ the token
young n-gga, i am not jokin’ (clayco, on the beat)
ball in this b-tch like i’m [?]

[chorus]
yeah (yeah)
uh, uh, yeah (yeah)
walk in this b-tch, and i’m fresh as f-ck, b-tch
and my boy came up in this b-tch with a lil’ stick
play with this sh-t and yo’ ass gettin’ hit
just like a blunt, b-tch, we in here lit
i’m drippin’ all black sh-t, maybach, rick
yes, i came with my b-tch, but i’m lookin’ for b-tches
i was down on my d-ck, but i came up on riches
and my diamonds, they hittin’, your b-tch tryna get me (they is)
walk in this b-tch and i’m shinin’ like christmas
can’t hit your mans up, got his ass jiggin’
in the vip with your b-tch and i’m tryna get jiggy
b-tch, i’m goin’ trump mode, f-ck all these n-ggas
(f-ck n-ggas)

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