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letra de xans & pape - skino

[intro]
(trapmoneybiggie!)
h-llo? ([?], bruh, i’m tryna go to sleep.)
i’m coming (n-gga, it’s black box records)
huh? (shovel gang)
i’m coming
alright, baby, -kiss noises-

[hook]
n-ggas keep talking bout b’s and talking bout hats and they don’t even got ’em a a-whip
n-ggas keep typing and lying and making them songs, and dissing me, i ain’t even say sh-t
i’ll come wit a k, i’ll come with a drac’, b-tch
i’ll come with a 10, it’ll knock off your face b-tch
my young n-gga crazy, he know i’ll shake sh-t
n-gga, it’s black box records and double-0-eight sh-t

[verse]
n-gga, it’s black box records and double-0-eight
yb saw me and he had to escape
my pockets be filled wit’ xans and pape
i’m pinning these n-ggas and getting away
i’m pinning these n-ggas and getting ’em gone
bruh, he got hit in his ass, he got hit in his arm
n-gga, i hop in that v and i’m keeping it calm
mе and my brother’ll hop in a motherf-ckin’ nissan
me and my brothеr’ll hop in a motherf-ckin’ scat pack
maurice scott got hit and that sh-t left his back wet
maurice scott got hit and his ass had a wet back
n-gga, i’m totin’ on 21, b-tch, gotta step back
dragging my nuts and i’m dragging my d-ck and my b-lls
these rap n-ggas b-tches, i keep getting phone calls
bruh fumbled, he mad cause he took him a lose
long live [?], i’ll knock n-ggas off
you ain’t talking bout b’s, you ain’t talking bout sauce
[?], better get in the car with the black box boss
b-tch try throw me the ‘oop, i’ma knock off her draws
youngfoot broke houses he worked with the-
youngfoot broke houses, he worked with the law
she don’t give me a drop, i’ll lace her with ‘nal
i be riding with bruh cause he crack n-ggas skulls
n-gga i really be sitting on n-ggas in u-hauls
sit on a n-gga in a u-haul truck
n-gga, with this 300b, i leave n-ggas stuck
i’m pinning sh-t down and i’m sending sh-t up
how the f-ck is you “trap-hard”, show me your bucks
how the f-ck is you “trap-hard”, show me some cash
he won’t diss fat mo’, cause he gone off ass
he be riding off bars and he geekin’ to crash
my young n-gga hop out the car wit’ no mask
my young n-gga tryna put sh-t in the past
i gave him a v and i gave him the jazz
i gave him the jazz and gave him the belt
you can go ask _____, how that hot sh-t felt
[hook]
n-ggas keep talking bout b’s and talking bout hats and they don’t even got ’em a a-whip
n-ggas keep typing and lying and making them songs, and dissing me, i ain’t even say sh-t
i’ll come wit a k, i’ll come with a drac’, b-tch
i’ll come with a 10, it’ll knock off your face b-tch
my young n-gga crazy, he know i’ll shake sh-t
n-gga, it’s black box records and double-0-eight sh-t

[outro]
baow!
boaw!
boaw!
boaw, boaw!
(trapmoneybiggie!)

- skino

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