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letra de yu need sum frm da sto? - rossaford bennett ii

[intro]
bands, they be fallin out my god d-mn pants
had a b-tch yeah, she ain need no enchance
glynn st, you can come get yo advance
i started this sh-t, boy with barely a band
i’m building that block with the tool in the hand
gentrify, all of y’all n-ggas can scram
i come from the area where them boys scam

[tag]
this is trap music… b-tch
trap-trap-trapaholics… b-tch

[verse 1]
citgo city
bad lil biddie
big ole t-tties
tryna get a rello, all i got is bout 50 (cents)
got gang with me
and we got plenty
and we got whitney
and we got henny
and we got bars, ian doin no xans
swear to god, cause i almost lost my mans
bands, they be fallin out my god d-mn pants
had a b-tch yeah, she ain need no enchance
glynn st, you can come get yo advance
i started this sh-t, boy with barely a band
i’m building that block with the tool in my hand
gentrify, all of y’all n-ggas can scram
i come from the area where them boys scam
union city to the muaaf-ckin ‘burn
every dollar that i got a gahd-mn earned
paper boi stacks, but i’m lookin like earn
movin plates, like my auntie at church
only difference is, i got that work
purple pants just to match on this purp
think i’m playing watch me pull up and skrt (scow!)

[hook]
citgo city
wit a bad lil b-tch
wit some big ole t-tties (hol up, wait)
(where you trappin’ at n-gga)

[verse ii]
i know the owners at citgo, on a first name basis (i do!)
baby a bean head, and she basic, and she on that base sh-t
(gone get yo thot -ss on)
why is you chiefin that blunt lil n-gga, i need to you to past that
ima go thrax on your baby mother, just because her little -ss fat
i made 10 racks in one summer, she act like i need that
don’t give a f-ck bout yo kitty kat
we could go tic for tac bout that lil sh-tty cr-p
6ix go clat, when my boy got that clap
give her the clap, and i ain’t mean it like that
(what the f-ck n-gga) (i meant like clap them cheeks, nah n-gga)

[hook]
citgo city
wit a bad lil b-tch
wit some big ole t-tties (hol up, wait)
(where you servin’ at n-gga)

[outro]
i used to trap at the citgo b-tch

- rossaford bennett ii

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