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letra de trap trap - spodee

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[chorus: trouble]
could nap, but i want that range rover
shit in the hood, shit in the back
i get them ms, i get them ms
got the tech, what you doin, f-ck the red one
we from the trentches, from the streets
trap trap, trap trap
you don’t know what it like here
this shit come with a strap
pull up on the police, they goin to tap

[verse 1: spodee]
i’m gettin 25 hundred for a walkthrough
i cannot turn up on those, what you thought, fool
the new chopper what i need, i bought 2
too many n-gg-s had the hoe, i could’ve bought you
i keep the 56
i could not get a ride
you can’t see me trippin off the hennessy
you ain’t got no one inside, i pray for the cases i caught, n-gg-
them other cases i ride
i been gettin money so much, i drop the top on the car cause i want it
two blunts sweating when we do this shit
just left the dealership
i ain’t bout to sign them papers, na
imma get it on my own risk
i remember being homeless
now the only fish i eat boneless

[chorus: trouble]
could nap, but i want that range rover
shit in the hood, shit in the back
i get them ms, i get them ms
got the tech, what you doin, f-ck the red one
we from the trentches, from the streets
trap trap, trap trap
you don’t know what it like here
this shit come with a strap
pull up on the police, they goin to tap

[verse 2: trouble]
say you f-ckin with tap, got some real n-gg-s with me, for a long time
toat the russian, i don’t f-ck unless you hold down a goldmine
you n-gg-s too extra, i know they ain’t bout to bust shit
close my eyes, and say a prayer quick
a town, and i get a lot of licks
say yes to the moddles, the motto this
pussy n-gg- playin games
i don’t give f-ck bout no damb crimes
that’s some shit you would die for
shit that you won’t fight bout
double barol, then your eyes out
f-ck ya’ll, then we ride out
f-ck good, then drive out
you really tryna test a damb hustler
we had all your shit on the camquarter
she throw that pussy when her man gone
hundred bands, and i get it
all she needed was a hundred seconds

[chorus: trouble]
could nap, but i want that range rover
shit in the hood, shit in the back
i get them ms, i get them ms
got the tech, what you doin, f-ck the red one
we from the trentches, from the streets
trap trap, trap trap
you don’t know what it like here
this shit come with a strap
pull up on the police, they goin to tap

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