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letra de 3bg - tizztrap, backroad gee & big business nmmb

[intro: tizztrap]
free the f-ckin’ guys
big f-ckin’ tizztrap in the booth right now
yeah
grahh
you know the mandem get rid and get lit and lit (bah!)
yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: tizztrap]
twin 44s in the four-door comin’
dem n-ggas was runnin’
i’ll beat out the corn out the dinger, it’s nothin’
tizztrap, see l’m known to be cunnin’
don’t know [?], but they thought i was bluffin’
two packs in the ride, man’s thuggin’
skeng garn beat like a n-gga was drummin’
corn gets flung and the bine, it was stunnin’
ice in my vvs
you n-ggas wan’ be me
i roll with the stick like i’m stevie
i done it on cctv
bine got buss, and i tell you that drill was so meedi
i’m screamin’ free bg, uptown like i’m tt
i beg you, don’t mad me on gd
like beg you, believe me
see his aim was on fleek, g
we hopped in the hoopty so speedy
man, tizz or trap tryna make that stack
like pac-man, tryna make man pack
with the dot-dot, been yammin’ all them packs
i’m takin’ it all, left ’em all with jack
big tizztap takin’ all their cash
tell an opp boy go check the rasclart stats
them man are just brass, them man are just chat
tell a hater go get your rasclart racks
beat of corn and control dem phones
you don’t want this smoke, better watch your tone
with a rusty pole, tryna aim at domes
i’ll stick and stone tryna break man’s bones
we dashed, see they done ten toes
the only time that i dashed with the bricks on loan
other time that i dashed when the feds in zones
in the bruck down prayin’ that i make it home
i’m on the pavement, i know the paigons
real trap boy, i know you smell the fragrance
real bad boy, i’ii bring ’em down the bas-m-nt
i’ll show man modern day enslavement
i’m on the pavement, i know the paigons
real trap boy, i know you smell the fragrance
real bad boy, i’ii bring ’em down the bas-m-nt
i’ll show man modern day enslavement
[verse 2: backroad gee]
yaaga steen
make man’s worker cut, that’s a runaway slave
i need dough, i warn get paid
in the middle of the day, in the middle of the night
crocodile t–th, i go make bite
back up, dawg, i don’t wanna fight
make it ah, ah, ah
back up, who warn get smacked up?
swing my shank, bring it back like nunchucks
real stepper, dawg, my feet them been hurtin’
it’s not everyday, when will they learn king?
snakes in the grass, cut their head on a plate
man, the curb’s hot, man, the curb’s flames
big bunda girl, her back i break
let me kick back, count the racks i’ve made
bill a paper plane, make it fly away
just pored a half set in a two litre
can’t spill my cup, that’s a two-bill drink
we ain’t stoppin’ till the firin’ pin done
ayy, done him, bun-bun him
d-ckhead, you be our son then
two for the price of one
you don’t wanna get wooshed with the wududoom one
ayy, yaaga stee, let it beat
make man drop where they stand on their feet
they can’t ramp with the gee’s woosh
make man swim with the fishes, woosh
i’ve jumped out of cars, i’ve jumped out bushes
let’s get it crackin’, dawg, let’s do this
real money man, got my finger in the puddin’
you don’t wanna get hit with a straight bullet

- tizztrap backroad gee big business nmmb

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