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letra de tramp - ​teeway

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[intro]
it’s by yamaica productions baby

[verse 1]
and it’s the peng, no question
live in the t, detention
the couldn’t ever tarnish this
i hit the my whole strip
got the guysdem benchin’
pack in the pot i’m stretchin’
any kind of drop man’s stretchin’

[chorus]
they couldn’t ever say man’s weak
but if they believe, recommend my bredrin
they couldn’t ever say man’s weak
but if they believe, tell ’em f-ck right off
one up bell in this bot
two ton ting tryna turn man pot
lost in the trap, i’m lost
thousand text for the thousand rock
sh-t, how many times man f-ck up the streets
doin’ re- to a thousand prof’

[verse 2]
them other n-ggas spite their ‘rex
now e1’s tryna fry man’s head
for the pack and the line invest
but that ain’t the right success
you ain’t got a line, you’re ments
so, how you gon’ ride on them?
i never had a five in spreads
done put weight on my line and benched
starve when i bought my q’s
me and s went half on twos
b-tch, if you ain’t took that risk for the bread
then you ain’t got a point of view
tell me when you done that sh-t
bando sleepin’, awake to kids
i got love for this fl!ck
this two ton ting could’ve left him p-ssed
chat for patch and get hit
i must trap, mash, invest and then flip
we went nuts on this strip
tell my man go serve her this bits
winchester for this stick
x banged it so how could it miss?
we trap mad, we did glid
when n-ggas weren’t out about on this sh-t
we was in the bando plan
that’s no prospect in the finest form
they said they’re gonna ride, it’s talk
man spray pen like a line and chalk
you ain’t never seen five you bums
last year, i lost five on drums
bro said we can’t fly then rose
’cause pocus bando doin’ up crumbs

[chorus]
had to mix the ten with bosh
cah i’m really on stretchin’ prof’
smoke [?]
don, are they gonna catch this cough?
they wanna assure that love
cah we got the corn on us
but if they believe, recommend my bredrin
they couldn’t ever say man’s weak
but if they believe, tell ’em f-ck right off
one up bell in this bot
two ton ting tryna turn man pot
lost in the trap, i’m lost
thousand text for the thousand rock
sh-t, how many times man f-ck up the streets
doin’ re- to a thousand prof’

[verse 3]
i went and took a l october
december when i made it back
moschino on my back
could’ve wore lou’ but i wore my avs
why you gonna lie you tramp?
better go find your dash
i went and put a typh in racks
sleep over with the line and cats
i never had a five in spreads
my brudda really died, it’s ments
never could i reside in friends
grab the ben-10, put life in them
free tt wap, that’s fling
buss down men on the bussy ting
no one ain’t help man out on no trench
they took my step like a gusty wind
wait, fling, fling this weight
doin’ up discus bait
last time, me, d sav in the ride
fy tryna wig man bait
i really did rev fourth gear to the max power
could never catch this case
blue lightin’ in the rears there
i ain’t even gonna tap my breaks
and, how the f-ck we lost bands and packs?
i was with my little bros front linin’
i was really tryna see p shinin’
all the grindin’ done f-ck up the timin’
no toleration, just ridin’
hoover stick ain’t nuttin’ like dyson
tt don’t know ’bout hypin’
headshot, earshot, do him like tyson

[chorus]
had to mix the ten with bosh
cah i’m really on stretchin’ prof’
smoke [?]
don, are they gonna catch this cough?
they wanna assure that love
cah we got the corn on us
but if they believe, recommend my bredrin
they couldn’t ever say man’s weak
but if they believe, tell ’em f-ck right off
one up bell in this bot
two ton ting tryna turn man pot
lost in the trap, i’m lost
thousand text for the thousand rock
sh-t, how many times man f-ck up the streets
doin’ re- to a thousand prof’

- teeway

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