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letra de droppin' rakes - trap nav

[intro]
carrvaggio

[verse 1]
i pull up, it’s a scenario
don’t try it, it’s scary though
tote .38, yeah, i carry ‘em
i be droppin’ the rakes
no, i don’t be f-ckin’ wit’ fakes
send the addy, and i’m on the way
i’m ‘bout to f-ck up the crime rate
no construction, i play with the hammers though
f-ck 12, them n-ggas can’t stand us though
i got fifty rounds up in the clip
ain’t in a gang, but i be f-ckin’ with crips
said i’m never lackin’ you know what’s pistol packing
with them autos, we gon’ send ‘em to heaven
pull up n-gga, what’s crackin’, what is you jackin’
find his body up on channel 11
get ‘em
drive the whip, spin ‘em
gd and gdk, i never lack, get ‘em
been makin’ a scene
droppin’ the bag, no, this ain’t no dream
no, this ain’t no drеam
fifty shots up in the glock, i won’t let up
xd, n-ggas totin’ berеttas
better get your umbrella
r.i.p dmx, he was on another level
i walk in spot, and it’s a party (huh)
glock on my hip mans down
droppin’ the bag, bands down
we closin’ ‘em down, all you hear is a semi
all you hear is a semi
[hook]
now, i lay me down to sleep (ohh-ohh)
hope someone’s watching over me
pray the lord my soul to keep
’cause i-i
i’m livin’ in a nightmare

[verse 2]
i get my n-ggas to shoot you for nothin’
if you ain’t dead, better lay down
ricky think he fightin’ me
he runnin’, he scrammin’ now
all opps a shooter, but they dead now
comin’ to take your b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ her
and then i’m passin’ her
show between a difference between dog and a master
yea, her p-ssy good, it taste like a peaches
but she a bad girl, but i keep it
yeah, i seen it
smokin’ on opps, yeah, n-gga i just beat it
please don’t mind me
try to find me
run to the money
you can time me
you ain’t really about it
so why you f-cking lying
they think they better than me
load it, up it
i’m off a pilly, i’m bussin’
i spot ’em, f-ck it, we shoot whoever he come wit’
i’m not the n-gga to f-ck with
i make that b-tch feel disgusted
smokin’ exotic mustard
if you promote violence, i love it
hit ‘em in his māthā
don’t try to scuffle
call up my name, you know i’m there on the double
you know i’m causin’ trouble
[hook]
now, i lay me down to sleep (ohh-ohh)
hope someone’s watching over me
pray the lord my soul to keep
’cause i-i
i’m livin’ in a nightmare

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