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letra de trapx10 - no miming - tim & barry

[intro]
(hl8)
ayy yo, trap
i just seen them yutes, they’re lackin’ at their local, you know?
say swear? (x10)
don’t say a word
i’ma step and clean it up now, love

[chorus]
surely the trap goes nuts
youngers prayin’ for a box of bud
and in my teens, i was flyin’ dutch
if only you knew how trap came up
i don’t know how that changed up
all i know’s 24 and the trap and stack
or steppin’ in black to slack
leave that burnin’, then skrr right back (hl8)

[verse]
i heard he got hit in his arm
shoulda turned cp off the holo (p-ssed)
i didn’t feel a way when i cheffed man’s g
i just left that scene like zorro (horrid)
skiddin’ out of their block, move vigilant
tell bro that we might have a follow
i swear if it’s twelve, i’ma bust this 12
i ain’t tryna get twelve, that’s dead (no way)
i ain’t tryna get held, that’s dead
‘cah i can’t get bailed to the cell, that’s stress (no)
i f-ck up the trap, hit cells, no texts
hit cells in ends and your tings get tek (steal)
won’t stop ’til them boy get ketch
one-ups to the dangerous dude (yeah, yeah)
pulled up at that barbeque
made barbies move and i’ll party groove (woi-oi)
but more time i’m litty committee
parties are bait, but i’m cool with my bl!cky (just cool)
touchdown and titties get siffy
tings on the road say they’re holdin’ their thingies (yeah, yeah)
if we can’t get it in, it’s a miffy
at least in my cheats, i’ll step with a fl!cky
like digga, my n-ggas get chingy (woi, woi, woi)
hold them sirens, ain’t piggies
tell the plug i need few bricks f1
i be trappin’ 24 ’til the feds come
drunk time and it’s dry, still get bud
and if the white’s ct, i can get some
twelve t–th in my mouth cost a check, son
diamonds vv s1
thirty on drill, sellin’ ketchup
sauce in the chokehold, no wrestler
smokin’ cheat and p-ss 700
six hunna for a onion (how we do)
few years back got a dots 500
then i let it off and bun them (bow)
hopin’ my tracks go universal, i’m out disturbin’ london
they got phones and their boys don’t run them
surely traps run free like a hundred (one hunna)
[chorus]
surely the trap goes nuts
youngers prayin’ for a box of bud
in my teens, i was flyin’ dutch
if only you knew how trap came up
i don’t know how that changed up
all i know’s 24 and the trap and stack (yeah)
or steppin’ in black to slack
leave that burnin’, then skrr right back (bow, bow)
surely the trap goes nuts
youngers prayin’ for a box of bud
in my teens, i was flyin’ dutch
if only you knew how trap came up
i don’t know how that changed up
all i know’s 24 and the trap and stack (yeah)
or steppin’ in black to slack
leave that burnin’, then skrr right back (bow, bow)

- tim barry

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