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letra de miami flow (remix) - trapquan$

[intro & tag]
man, y’all already know how i’m comin’, n-gg-
trapquan$ on this motherf-ckin’ beat
you know, we finna k!ll this sh-t, my n-gg-
(huh? aye)
2017 don’t f-ck with me, i’m ‘bouta take (aye) this sh-t over
bilbo, bilbo (aye), bilbo (aye), bilbo (aye)
i can do anything, let’s get it!
let’s rip it

[verse 1]
n-gg-s ‘round me know how i rock and roll (huh?)
and the n-gg-s ‘round me, bruh, they keep a pole
they just actin’ like they takin’ a stroll, but they really increasin’ the death toll
my n-gg-s posted up like garden gnomes
they won’t hest-tate just to let it blow
if you got beef, man, let it go
‘cause i have (aye, aye, aye, aye) your fam in all black like a crow
i don’t care about n-gg-s, all y’all new n-gg-s hatin’
my brothers know n-gg-s got choppers like the haitians
i’m smokin’ that diesel, you know, that i’m jamaican
i can’t f-ck with some n-gg-s, i know they be fakin’
and i never trust a b-tch because the dogs be lyin’
better watch how you move ‘cause the opps be spyin’
king of the jungle, you know, i’m a lion
king of the jungle, you know, i’m a tiger (aye)
can’t f-ck with people, they liars
my mouth spit hot sh-t, i swear, my sh-t fire (d-mn!)
i cannot wait ‘til the future, n-gg-, i’mma be rich with my empire
i’m a prince, but they callin’ me sire
my circle so small, you would think it’s entire
only f-ck with about like eight heads, and we all ballin’ like we retire
smokin’ moon rocks, gettin’ higher
my money gettin’ longer, you would think it’s a briar
we would leave you gone in the meyer
the .30 be singin’, you would think it’s a choir
we spreadin’ chiefs like a bush fire, and more money is what i require
all my n-gg-s speak satire
and that b-tch set me off just like i p-ss the fire
ha-ha… (b-tch!)
flow lil’ sloppy, so i had to pick up (huh?)
some of my n-gg-s, they done really switched up
n-gg-s really broke, you gotta fix up
real goal in college, tryin’ to have a six sum
i will never f-ck up like a glitch, bruh
yo’ bro actin’ funny, needa ditch him
deep in that water like i’m fishin’

[interlude]
real trap (yo) sh-t (what up?)

[verse 2]
you not startin’ me, i am not an ignition
vroom, with no ignition
i know them n-gg-s that be water whippin’ (whip, whip)
my flow hot like sun in the kitchen (steam)
and my n-gg- smackin’ b-tches, man, they think they be pimpin’ (d-mn, let’s get it)
no long nose, we don’t scottie pippen (aye)
f-ck with my brothers, in blood, we drippin’ (aye)
you know, they got that accuracy, you know, they hittin’ (brr!)
and the bullets big as h-ll like a mitten
have your b-tch–ss scared, have your -ss sittin’

- trapquan

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