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letra de trap lord - ralo & dj kutt throat

[intro]
trap god, trap god, trap god, trap god, trap god
i’m a trap god, trap god, trap god, i’m a trap

[verse 1]
i been blessed in the streets
they treat me like i’m a god
no no h0m-s-xual but i f-ck with the boy
i’m the n-gga in stars, i’m commanding fire
i only f-ck with the ops, they finally [?]
i look in my garage
it look like it from mars
but when i think about mars they don’t even make cars
i only swim with the sharks only fly with the birds
boy you mad in the streets you spent your life on the curb
hold up boy it’s the word, oh we not in the church
i pay my t-thes everyday and pay my bills on the first
we go to war for the turf cause we want more than we worth
if it’s us against the world then we gon f-ck up the earth

[hook]
trap lord, trap lord
trap lord, trap lord, trap lord
can i can i can i get a blessing
can i can i can i get a blessing
i’m the trap lord, trap lord, trap lord
i’m the trap lord, trap lord, trap lord
can i can i can i get a blessing
can i can i can i get a blessing

[verse 2]
i got four weed special like dispensaries
we got that cookie and gelato it’s expensive sh-t
we can never sell no sway we gon throw this sh-t
we don’t even need a plug we gon grow this sh-t
we coming in with them belly look like groceries
now them drugs on the table look like [?] feed
breaking all the p’s down to the college kid
they say i did my own thing just like knowledge did
remember me from being a lil g now call me copper t
i’m the baddest dj in the week i make that sh-t kapiche
i’m a savage same clothes worn for a week
if you please doonki please don’t be [?] me

[verse 3]
i would never ever ever shot my right boys
i turn my young n-ggas into drug lords
i see them in the club and i say good boys
i remember being a young black hood boy
like i’m the man in the hood good boy
we buy bean like you selling good boy
d-mn gucci on my feet with the bomb b’s
snakes and them astronauts around me
i can never let these clowns come around me
aye say the real smelling like a cheerio
we five still green like my stereo
make it play then ti done we call it adios, adios, adios

- ralo dj kutt throat

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