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letra de broken - trapland pat

broken lyrics
[intro: fcg heem]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
they say, oh-oh
uh, uh
uh, windows five percent like f-ck my enemy
ridin’ ’round with them glizzies, don’t think ’bout k!llin’ me
uh, uh
uh, uh

[chorus: trapland pat]
it’s too much on my mind, it’s too much on my mental
i think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
just dropped down on ’em, do it real simple
face shot, i think you left him with a dimple
if he slip, you gotta slide ’til they all divide
too much pain, so much hurt that i can’t describe
eyes heavy, tears fallin’ from my d-mn eyes
see the pain made me numb, then i got wise

[verse 1: l.o.e. shimmy]
i love this instrumental, the devil in you
i pop up, get sentimental, i corner bend you
i’m quick to squeeze that chop’ when a opp on the menu
i stick to the trap, spinnin’, splats, f-ck a venue
you step for them, they slime, you know what they did to you
this sh-t don’t last, f-ck your past, don’t let it get to you
f-ck that, spin, bend, like a frisbee do
i show you what them choppers and them glizzies do
[verse 2: trapland pat]
yeah, yeah, i’m a heartbreaker, real risk taker
thirty-six ounces, i’m a snow flaker
why they call it trapland? ’cause we got acres
everybody in the kitchen ’cause we all bakers
beatin’ up the pot, scr-pin’ extra drop
i’ve been through a lot, i’ve been through some things
i done seen people change, i done seen the switch lane

[verse 3: l.o.e. shimmy]
feds just did a sweep ’cause we been pullin’ capers
twin jump, we gon’ rock ’em, seen him on that paper
high speed, i can’t stop, i’m runnin’ from the radar
he tried to run, but i still hit him ’cause it got a laser
i made her cum and then i left, lil’ b-tch, i’ll see you later
my chopper shootin’ faders, watch the news, we did him fatal
i’m in the booth, grippin’, trippin’, eight bands
in the mail pack, next day, shippin’

[verse 4: fcg heem]
uh, windows five percent like f-ck my enemy
yeah, i’m ridin’ ’round with them glizzies, don’t think ’bout k!llin’ me
i told lil’ foreign, “whack that boy, don’t show no sympathy”
and they see i’m blowin’ up, this sh-t my destiny
groupie hoes just wanna f-ck, they beggin’ me
murder that lil’ boy, he better not f-ck with me
just know that if it’s up there, then it’s stuck with me
who the f-ck you think i do this sh-t here for? i’m tryna live lovely
and these vvs bustin’ on my neck like, who my jeweler?
he can’t come out ’cause i already put money on his medula
i told lil’ bruh, “just grind, don’t let n0body outside do ya”
thank god we livin’ that lifestyle that we livin’, hallelujah
[chorus: trapland pat]
it’s too much on my mind, it’s too much on my mental
i think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
just dropped down on ’em, do it real simple
face shot, i think you left him with a dimple
if he slip, you gotta slide ’til they all divide
too much pain, so much hurt that i can’t describe
eyes heavy, tears fallin’ from my d-mn eyes
see the pain made me numb, then i got wise

- trapland pat

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