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letra de in dat mode - trap dickey

[intro]
(imixnation, for real)
(this a mere tape)

[verse 1: trap d-ckey]
my granddad say i can’t stop it
police really watchin’ me, the reason i ain’t really pop it (boom)
got anything you need, bae, you know i’m trap papi (gang)
in the game they say i’m c-cky, baby, let’s go and change the topic (trap)
anything i want, i got it, best believe that i ain’t jockin’ (boom)
i’m a boss just like yo gotti, my old b-tch say that i’m toxic
bend it over, i ain’t gon’ stop you, baby, show me how you rockin’ (trap)
i’m a carolina n-gga, the type of boss that take you shoppin’
for real, n-gga

[chorus: trap d-ckey]
bad b-tch, shе love just how i pop it (boom)
a real street n-gga, i ain’t evеr tote a wallet (no)
and all i know is cash, flippin’ p’s and stackin’ profit (gang)
i need a hood b-tch with two kids from the projects (talk to ’em, trap)
[verse 2: trap d-ckey & flippa t]
it’s just one of me, yeah, but i still go by trey, yeah (uh)
livin’ life like gta but my life’s not a game, yeah (uh)
treat your kids just like they mine and buy them all the j’s, yeah
disrespect me, i’ll still cut your ass just like your spades, yeah (uh)
dark skin, don’t go to church but she sing like fantasia
akesesha, denesha, can’t f-ck with no myasia
i need me a vesha, alexa or shardaya (f-ck)
take her straight to lincoln ave, then we go straight to pageland (on who? on me)

[verse 3: flippa t]
bad b-tch, she love the way i pop it (pop it)
and when i’m in that mode, i’ma take off like a rocket (vroom)
he keep claimin’ he the plug, but what’s a plug without a socket? (for real)
put some tea up in his mug, now that n-gga sayin’, “clock it”
yeah, he with me now
real gutter b-tch, you won’t catch me with no purse (nah)
see me kicking sh-t with trap, then the next day i’m in turk’s
put my city on the map, they my cousin like i’m kirk (kirk)
to grip my city on my back, i ain’t scared to do the work (on who? on me)

[chorus: trap d-ckey]
bad b-tch, she love just how i pop it (boom)
a real street n-gga, i ain’t ever tote a wallet (no)
and all i know is cash, flippin’ p’s and stackin’ profit (gang)
i need a hood b-tch with two kids from the projects
gettin’ money in my genes
[outro: trap d-ckey & flippa t]
talk to ’em, trap (on me)
bad b-tch, she love just how i pop it (oohwee)
a real street n-gga, i ain’t ever tote a wallet (let me see)

- trap dickey

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