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letra de trap location - paco da king

intro:

yuh.. seekay
sk, sk, ska, skaa!
gang, trap, gang, location..
aye, aye…

chorus: (seekay)

(x2)
location, trap, you could f-ck around and get clapped
i’m flexing from my feet to the clothes up on my back
and you wonder how i made a stack?
let me tell ya boy i never lack
stay down. bands up
that’s how we juug the trap

verse 1: (seekay)
location, trap. you could f-ck around and get clapped
i’m flexing from my feet to the clothes up on my back
i got ya b-tch, she wanna smoke a sack
but i don’t give her pack unless she throw that -ss
i’m on the east, whipping cadillac
meet up with jack, and then make a rack
i got bars but no xanz
i’m a dope man, but not a dope man
see me coming, you gon’ run away, like drake say- “oh man”
this seekay, and i go ham
and i don’t care what you had planned
i swear all these fools want to come up, i can’t stand
in the trap, and i broke my hand
trying to whip up a hunnid (100) bands
i put it on it all, all these lames around me, they just fans
juug the work, and you see me stunting
i got big bands, it ain’t nothing
you ain’t bout it, i can see you bluffing
gang pull up, and get to dumping
b-tch text me, i leave her on “read”
unless the text say she want to give head
you won’t catch me with her in my bed
i can’t waste time, got to get this bread
tommy on me, that blue and red
no pharmacy, but i got the meds
gas pack, it got me dead
i flip a sack, and then dodge the feds

chorus: (seekay)

(x1)
location, trap, you could f-ck around and get clapped
i’m flexing from my feet to the clothes up on my back
and you wonder how i made a stack?
let me tell ya boy i never lack
stay down. bands up
that’s how we juug the trap

verse 2: (paco)
yuh, yuh! its paco da king!
might drop a couple thou on a ring
shining diamond, we flexing big
watch like a mirror, we stay with the bling
if the location trap, then you know its lit
your b-tch looking fine, so i’m finna hit
if i’m f-cking a b-tch, know she with it
whole squad popping, and we with the sh-ts!
yuh, we going in on the sosa beat
we off the bars, stay with the heat
i could f-ck the world with a single tweet
if you f-ck me over, ima hit delete
stay with that tommy hill
my hoes trap, and my squad drill
young paco, he ain’t never chill
run up on me and its time to k!ll!
that’s right, my whole team be eating
f-ck your hoes, yeah they be cheating
if the function dead, then we be leaving
liquor, bud, dabs, the whole squad stealing
this a rap about the rich gang
you don’t smoke with us, you can’t hang
you a broke boy, you got no change
my squad go harder than “glo gang”…

- paco da king

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