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letra de trappa rappa - peewee longway

[chorus: jose guapo]
them b-tches seen us at the clearport
turnt the f-ck up; start a riot at the airport
shinnin’ like the ‘big tymers’; diamonds cuttin’ up
mixmatch, with designer, who give a d-mn, f-ck
and i’m strapped up with the cannon; who wanna d-mn slug?
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
strapped up with the cannon who wanna gamble-

[verse 1: peewee longway]
‘trapper’, still a rapper; fill my kitchen up with gas bud
trappin’ in mixmatch designer, b-tch! who gives a d-mn-f-ck
bigger than frank lucas, f-ck you think he get my ‘mask’ from?
trigger finger ithin’; my young n-ggas like, “who daniel son?”
landed in private, and f-ckin’ in turbulencе
that what be makin’ the ‘brain’ fun
v-v-s diamonds, be causing a problеm
these b-tches be thinkin’ i’m major son
watchin’ me makin’ my pack disappear-
these b-tches be thinkin’ i made the ‘wand’
keep a double cup, like pimp’ and don jaun
my shoes are expensive, you bet’ not step on–
‘trapper’, still a rapper; neighborhood ‘capper’
the f&n, stick in it; i got an adapter
‘trapper’, still a rapper; b-tch i’m the plug
saran wrap the lean, the money comes faster
the bent’ wrapped saline; ‘the foreign disaster’
these b-tches be praisin’ me, like i’m a pastor
so many diamonds, i live in alaska; go! go! go!
–backwards
[chorus: jose guapo]
them b-tches seen us at the clearport
turnt the f-ck up; start a riot at the airport
shinnin’ like the ‘big tymers’; diamonds cuttin’ up
mixmatch, with designer, who give a d-mn, f-ck
and i’m strapped up with the cannon; who wanna d-mn slug?
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
‘trapper’, still a rapper; i’m the d-mn ‘plug’
strapped up with the cannon who wanna gamble-

[verse 1: jose guapo]
they said, ‘they seen me leavin magic, with a dancer’
i got them rack on me, can’t fold; can’t keep my pants up!
you gotta stay down on ten-toes, to get yo’ bands up!
they know, longway, guapo ball, like we got cancer!
b-tch, i ain’t no rapper; only ‘rap’ when we wrap bales up
they know, me and capo, h.b.l, ‘birds of a feather’
we mixmatch designer; ‘xlusive gang; custom made leather!
see you at the airport… it’s on sight, boy it’s whatever
real boss sh-t, n-gga… call hits, get you ‘off’ed’, quick, n-gga
smokin’ weed in my office, n-gga; sippin’ lean in the c-ckpit
n-gga (i’m gettin’ head)

- peewee longway

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