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letra de rugratz 2 - sadtrojan

[intro: sheluvmaxxx]
ayy, trojan back to back again
me and-, f-ck
hold on, max and trojan back to back again
ayy, ayy, ayy

[hook: sheluvmaxxx]
max and trojan back to back, that sh-t like finn and jake
only n-gga that she know that spent a 10 ball on a steak
i’m a rapper, baby, so please don’t ask me how much i make
that boy a cornball, he up in the halls askin’ for rates
she a freak b-tch, i’m up in her jaws like chick-fil-a
trojan pullin’ up and i’ma roll the window down and spray
baby, i’m not here to stay
my bullets hungry, eat his face
srt, you’re in that trackhawk, he don’t wanna race
[verse: sadtrojan & sheluvmaxxx]
stop hittin’ up my phone, i can’t text back
huh, then she try to pull up on me, she got sent back
try to throw the getty, i need fetty to attend that
try to say he better than lil’ trojan i can’t let that, uh, slide
huh, i’m just tryna pimp my ride
b-tch, i’m ridin’ in that big body, brrr, sh-t is wide
no, i’m not the same person that i was because he died
when i said that i was trippin’ over hoes i guess i lied
baby, come here, let me make that ass fat, sike, nah
strap on my side, you thought i was finna fight y’all?
trojan want a song with the goat, he made the right call
i may get her number then tell her that i might call
yo’ b-tch money hungry but you broke so you feed her coins
hop on top of me and she gon’ scream, like it’s cedar point
b-tch i’m hov, winnin’ my baby, i do not need a joint
you a pig, b-tch, we gon’ fry, you gon’ squeal and oink
she wanted chanel and i’m like, “f-ck, girl, are you kiddin’ me?”
only thing that’s double c is the place that i’m finna eat
leave her for a minute and she hit me that sh-t misses me
she ain’t want me back, d-mn, now i glew up, she feelin’ me
batman trojan but i still will not save a hoe
big stick hangin’ out the whip, b-tch, swingin’ pole
worry later print on the shirt, that’s the way to go
b-tch, i’m still evolvin’ for myself, i can’t play no mo’
[hook: sheluvmaxxx]
max and trojan back to back, that sh-t like finn and jake
only n-gga that she know that spent a 10 ball on a steak
i’m a rapper, baby, so please don’t ask me how much i make
that boy a cornball, he up in the halls askin’ for rates
she a freak b-tch, i’m up in her jaws like chick-fil-a
trojan pullin’ up and i’ma roll the window down and spray
baby, i’m not here to stay
my bullets hungry, eat his face
srt, you’re in that trackhawk, he don’t wanna race

- sadtrojan

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