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letra de trapped - samuel andres

woo hol up you gon’ get yo self trapped
ooo hol up versus me you’ll be out rapped
sell that dope you gon’ find yo self capped
i don’t trip
not over you or a girl
i don’t trip
if it’s burning the whole world
i don’t trip these money bags what i curl
i don’t trip
just gave yo girl a twirl
i’m not trapped and i ain’t trippin
all you lil guys trippin over a vixen
i shoot my shot like scotty pippen
o you just talk bout how you pimpin’
when in real life girls wouldn’t approach him
brown boy earth came up from the dirt
honestly brown boy earth hasn’t been up from birth
now this t-r-a-c
still got me disagree with the bourgeoisie
i be telling the truth i’m trustworthy
i rap so hard cuz i’m hungry
literally
you can see my ribs
y’all so fat you don’t take off yo bibs
don’t lie
you ain’t hungry
you just make music for the money
ooo wow please mister
gimme a song bout girls n playin’ twister
gimme a song that’ll gimme blister
runnin so hard i had three dinners
wow please gimme a song bout money, n women, n cars, n money
never heard that before
looks like labels don’t like explore
see me here i’m still ignored
me here with truth here’s my reward
i just came up wrong place wrong time
these spmup lil make it a harder climb
these sprupekoms make me look like i committed a crime
made me show the world how to really rhyme
made me fast forward to me in my prime
made me put yhcranax in a pot with some thyme in my brine
and f-ck six nine
cuz avonasac dna gy were afraid to say it

(hook)
yo turned your back and now you’re trapped
i pull the trigger until you’re capped
y’all sleeping hard this ain’t a nap
trapping roses and catacombs that’s a trac
six o’clock meal is a f-ckin’ snack
i’ll murder y’all and say that’s a rap
(post hook)
you fell in love with things that don’t matter
fell in love with things that k!ll brain matter
all these gallitos just chip n chatter
all your careers just chip n shatter
you ain’t got my back

pack my sh-t and i put it in drive
no f-ckin’ roaches crawling on my eye
sleeping in the car barely kept me alive
i slap it on wax and only go overdrive
i’m buzzing more than three beehives
bugs gimme hugs
and i slept on the rugs
not being around molly got me off of them drugs
i holla from the drivers so you know i ain’t a scrub
two things i don’t hit is women and the clubs
fishing for some money and i ended with the bloods
i’m tryna get money like some noah day floods
w-ssup wit you bruh
got your boo bruh
locked in them cages like i’m in the zoo bruh
life hit my back like some bamboo bruh
i’m not talkin’ masimo
scoring like i’m -rs-nal
winning is not optional
see me i’m phenomenal
see you as an obstacle
flew over you, call me aeronautical
compared, you just a particle
a speck of peck
gimme a speck of check
o what the heck
your careers a wreck

you ain’t got my back
yea
you ain’t got my back (x3)

(second hook)
turned into a prince to a motherf-ckin’ king
get on yo knees n kiss my motherf-ckin’ ring
naw k!ll that noise
i got nothin’ to prove
i’m okay still being a peasant
with a pleasent rappping ability
f-ck the ability
there ain’t no chill in me
there ain’t no trill in me
i obliterate my enemy
come to the shows no one can match my energy

got mosquitoes mating and they fading in the kitchen
i know you hating no debating that you don’t pitch in
my friends is skating ice is weighing and the friction
what i’m creating there’s no equating there’s only vision
what i’m a grating and plating and plan on debating is my religion
push me to the pit and it’s really frustrating
how you waiting for me who’s advocating
never hesitating holy water circulating

no one can match my energy (x4)
sh-t i’m back (x2)
hoe

- samuel andres

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