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letra de traffic - stl alex

[chorus]
i went from fake guns to real ones, semi automatics b-tch
catch a n-gga lackin up in traffic, it was tragic b-tch
whole lotta red b-tch, we not talkin that carti sh-t
you can’t read the scale, what the h-ll, get out my trap lil b-tch

[verse]
we been makin cash, she shakin ass, time to spazz
if a n-gga want smoke, that breathe gone be his last
we ain’t playin no games, i switched my lane, i’m on my own b-tch
decided to spazz, i’m on they head, like a durag
i wanted some cash, we hit a l!ck did the dash
i want some drip that go splash, and these n-ggas laughin back
we pulled out them f-ckin racks, and they still ain’t shut thеy mouth
so we hit em wit the mac, thеy was like f-ck was that
lil alex rappin now, her ass fatter than a cow
i’m chasin big racks now, we huntin on the prowl
ya n-ggas odor is foul, at the party goin crazy
i take breaks because i’m lazy, but the grind is still real
lean and weed that’s the meal, skrtin off in the whip
i threw the motha f-ckin wheel, n-ggas rat and they squeal
i don’t know what the feels, don’t get numb in the field
cause these bullets chop you up, fish filet that’s yo meal
[chorus]
i went from fake guns to real ones, semi automatics b-tch
catch a n-gga lackin up in traffic, it was tragic b-tch
whole lotta red b-tch, we not talkin that carti sh-t
you can’t read the scale, what the h-ll, get out my trap lil b-tch

[verse 2]
n-ggas be hatin and b-tches be fakin
the prices we raisin, his eyes closed he shakin
i plan to get rich, you lame you get dismissed
we don’t fight with our fists, we got weapons taliban sh-t

[bridge]
these choppas hit yo ass, these choppas hit yo ass
these choppas hit yo ass, now you in the grass
these choppas hit yo ass, these choppas hit yo ass
these choppas hit yo ass, now you in the grass

- stl alex

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