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letra de in the way - trap money tripp

[intro]
(woo!)
([?])
all in a way
the’ lil n-ggas all in the way

[chorus]
couple hun’ed sittin’ on the dash
yeah, i’m headed to the bag
the’ lil n-ggas all in the way
strap on my lap and i got it off safety
try me, i’ma go out with a bang
p-ssy n-gga feelin’ some type o’ way
talkin’ that tough sh-t
droppin’ that salt on my name
you know if it’s up with me
n-gga, get stuck with me f-ck it
you could get sh-t in broad day
hittas on the side o’ me, left and the right o’ me
‘erybody strapped and they all gon’ spray
i’m in a circle of bosses, they bringin’ bottles to our section
yeah, all of us made
big homie told me, “go get me a bag for the’ b-tches”
and just throw it all in they face
what i do? i threw it all in they face
yeah, i threw it all in they face
[verse 1: trap money tripp]
i know [?] in my place
i come from the bottom, i got me some cake
they hate the fact they ain’t got what it takes
hit the push start, you do not wanna race
no football, but i’m up in the field (yeah)
i move far, left ’em up in the rear (gone)
ain’t too far from me makin’ a mill’
don’t want no broads makin’ cases appear
homicide squad on the cop
give ’em yo’ pick and a addy and we gotta drop
get yo ass mopped
the choppas knock you out yo’ socks
you and whoever you with could get popped
you and whoever wit’ you could get got
it’s all fun and games till them shootas at ya spot
n-ggas be hatin’ and perpetratin’
but i’m paper chasin’, give a f-ck how they feel
since the getgo i been motivated
i done put in that work, now they mad how i live
n-ggas be wantin’ them handouts
but i got no handouts and no f-cks to give
better get it out the mud like i did
sh-t took a lot o’ blood sweat and tears

[chorus: trap money tripp]
couple hun’ed sittin’ on the dash
yeah, i’m headed to the bag
the’ lil n-ggas all in the way
strap on my lap and i got it off safety
try me, i’ma go out with a bang
p-ssy n-gga feelin’ some type o’ way
talkin’ that tough sh-t
droppin’ that salt on my name
you know if it’s up with me
n-gga, get stuck with me f-ck it
you could get sh-t in broad day
hittas on the side o’ me, left and the right o’ me
‘erybody strapped and they all gon’ spray
i’m in a circle of bosses, they bringin’ bottles to our section
yeah, all of us made
big homie told me, “go get me a bag for the’ b-tches”
and just throw it all in they face
what i do? i threw it all in they face (what i did?)
yeah, i threw it all in they face
[verse 2: big emmit]
i ain’t ever had sh-t but a pistol and a dream
but i promise i’m the mothaf-ckin’ truth now
b-tch, they be hangin’ like doc on the roof
i ain’t fall off since i got the mo’f-ckin’ truth now
n-ggas just be rappin’, i’m ’bout action
i promise i’m really snappin’
like i’m tryna knock a mo’f-cka tooth out
original block boy, ayy, a n-gga ain’t gon’ take sh-t
if he tried, it’s a mo’f-ckin’ shootout all night long
summertime, endgame [?]
stain gang, cmb, they are my boys
i ain’t ever met a bit’ that could steal my heart
i ain’t ever had a n-gga had to hold my raw
if a n-gga [?] been died
i’da pointed a choppa at every n-gga done tried
in to drop bond like i been lightin’
[?] i’m snappin’ like timi’ma club my opponent

stickin’ to the code, never sold my soul
fightin’ demons, got a deal with the devil
aggravated assault with a .38 special
and [?] i’m so live
scary ass n-gga, betta stay out the fire (code)

- trap money tripp

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