letra de trap addict - tony shhnow
[intro]: tony shhnow
yeah n-gga
tony shhnow n-gga, sos the motherf-cking mob p-ssy n-gga
you know what the f-ck we on n-gga, still trappin
b-tch
[hook]: tony shhnow
uh, icey but shiesty, baby don’t trust me
yeah, this watch on me blinding, sick, the sh-t disgusting
i almost threw up cause this mud i’m sipping, d-mn my cup so dirty
and my trap house boiling like a pot, these hoes on me cause i’m hot
trap addict, cash addict, i just need the guap
f-ck the hitch on the first night, you the type gone pay for top
me and my n-ggas ain’t worried bout y’all
we havin it on us, you know that it’s tucked
all of these glocks got d-cks, you playin lil b-tch, i pull up you finna get f-cked
don’t get this sh-t twisted p-ssy know my shooters c-ck and aim
if it’s a problem, we don’t think, my n-gga know just bust his brain
don’t do no beef, we sn-tch yo sh-t, and do a video with yo chain
i don’t do business if you don’t got stains
this glock on me pop like it want fame
[verse]: tony shhnow
you know me, i just play my role, this n-ggas keep showing the hands
i got them zara’s saggin on me cause they holding em bands
oh that’s yo hoe, no i ain’t know, she just gone blow like a fan
got a 1 one girl with the 2 i make em hoes shake like twins
if you got chase, then hit my dm come and make you a band
i’m still in the trap, but a n-gga gone act like he made it
i’m pushing the foreign, i ain’t driving the basic
the cash in the attic, got pounds in the bas-m-nt
put wok in my cup, no d’usse
my n-ggas shooting off the rip, no 2k
steady having knots in my pocket, no shoelace
[hook]: tony shhnow
uh, icey but shiesty, baby don’t trust me
yeah, this watch on me blinding, sick, the sh-t disgusting
i almost threw up cause this mud i’m sipping, d-mn my cup so dirty
and my trap house boiling like a pot, these b-tches on me cause i’m hot
trap addict, cash addict, i just need the guap
f-ck the hitch on the first night, you the type to pay for top
me and my n-ggas ain’t worried bout y’all
we havin it on us, you know that it’s tucked
all of these glocks got d-cks, you playin lil b-tch, i pull up you finna get f-cked
don’t get this sh-t twisted p-ssy know my shooters c-ck and aim
if it’s a problem, we don’t think, my n-gga know just bust his brain
don’t do no beef, we sn-tch yo sh-t, and do a video with yo chain
i don’t do business if you don’t got stains
this glock on me pop like it want fame
bow
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