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letra de he hell - trap commander

[intro]
yeah, wooh, you dig that?
trap commander, n-gga
pull up in a coupe make b-tch startin’ sweat
(acebankz on the track)

[post-chorus]
hundred-hundred pounds of gas, just landed on conley (on conley)
ain’t-ain’t gotta touch it, i get white collar money (stacks, hundreds)
plain jane sky-dweller on my left arm (my arm)
six tennis chains, n-gga, i don’t need no charm (uh-uh)
sixty-five pounds of gas and some zip locks (zip locks)
eyeball a bale, n-gga, i don’t need a clock (i don’t need a clock)
all this hatin’ need to motherf-ckin’ stop (need to stop)
n-ggas don’t wanna see me at the motherf-ckin’ top (uh-uh)
[verse 1]
so i keep on hustlin’, i keep on stackin’ (wooh)
n-gga might just see me in traffic (yeah)
hundred round drum, that motherf-cker tragic (brrt)
i might pull up let the motherf-cker have it (yeah)
whoo, n-gga, i been rich (boom)
whoo, yeah, you been a b-tch (yah)
whoo, yeah, pull up in this (yeah)
skrrt, skrrt, you heard that sh-t (vroom)

[pre-chorus]
i was pullin’ up when i ain’t even have l’s (l’s)
bale in the trunk n-gga screaming f-ck twelve (f-ck twelve)
ordered up a hundred and they came in the mail (in the mail)
you can get ’em wholesale or get ’em retail (retail)

[chorus]
my coupe matte black, inside seash-ll (seash-ll)
windows fishbowl and the motor v12 (v12)
barely hit the gas and the b-tch fishtail (fishtail)
pull up-pull up on your b-tch and she say, he h-ll
outfit-outfit cost me thirty-five hundred (he h-ll)
tennis shoes twenty-eight hundred (he h-ll)
ice on me, it’s gonna be cold a summer (he h-ll)
she want me ’cause she know i get money (he h-ll)
[post-chorus]
twenty-four carat on this motherf-ckin’ ring
got-got six in like i came off a team (off a team)
i got a big rocket on me, n-gga, call him hakeem (hakeem)
that motherf-cker won’t even fit in my jeans (my jeans)
you know my pistols dirty it got bad hygiene (hygiene)
for sixteen-fifty i got bags of irene (irene)
cpn apartment ain’t in my name (my name)
i busted a thousand scripts, do the number, you lame (money)

[verse 2]
pull up in the benzo it ain’t got no tints on it (uh-uh)
lil b-tch with me and she ain’t in the friend zone (wooh)
followed my block then i ran in the end zone (wooh)
sent ’em off monday, boy, the pack should’ve been home
twenty-five pounds of that runtz and that gushers (yeah)
chains on my neck, dancin’ just like usher (bling)
everytime you see a n-gga boy i’m ballin like rucker (yeah)
i ran up a check pushin’ weight like a trucker (ooh)

[pre-chorus]
all this money got these b-tches on my bumper (bumper)
n-gga, i don’ hit more hoes then brian pumper (brian pumper)
my trap hit hard like a vert’ with three twelves (three twelves)
pull up in a vl with a v12 (skrrt)
[chorus]
my coupe matte black, inside seash-ll (seash-ll)
windows fishbowl and the motor v12 (v12)
barely hit the gas and the b-tch fishtail (fishtail)
pull up on your b-tch and she say, he h-ll
outfit cost me thirty-five hundred (he h-ll)
tennis shoes twenty-eight hundred (he h-ll)
ice on me, it’s gonna be cold a summer (he h-ll)
she want me ’cause she know i get money (he h-ll)

- trap commander

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