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letra de smoke a wood - trippie redd

[intro]
hey guys
smoke a wood, in the woods, on some wood b-tch (eww)
i wish a n-gga would b-tch (that sh-t, eww)
c-ckeyed, nasty b-tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)

i let my chain sw-ng, and my gun bang
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b-tch n-gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f-ck n-gga say?
f-ck n-gga get up out my mothaf-ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf-ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf-ckin’ games
you talkin sh-t but you cannot see
you talkin sh-t but you so p-ssy
you talkin sh-t but you ain’t got this physique
you talkin sh-t but you don’t mean sh-t to me, you can’t be history
like [?] pull up on a p-ssy block quick
where yo opps, sh-t? pull up with the choppa, pop sh-t
n-gga, drop sh-t, you can get f-ckin drop kicked
like a liu kang, or a mothaf-ckin’ bruce wayne
johnny cage, johnny cage, i just got my t–th from johnny dang
my life is a movie got it made
f-ck that, my life over yours anyway
i let my chain sw-ng (chain sw-ng) , and my gun bang (gun bang)
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i wish a, i wish a b-tch n-gga would

[verse: 8oo ca$h]
slatt
in the past (in the past), see your misery
gold (gold) on my neck likе i’m mr. t (gold)
[?] these diamond be k!llin’ mе
these n-ggas funny they tickle me
pull out that k then remember me
survive in the jungle, cause i’m a beast
i stay talkin, not them, cause they got deceased
f-ck n-gga what you mean?
gang just pulled up with a beam
play like its 2015
had to walk around with that heat
i pull up on shawty, she gushin, beg me to cuff her, but shawty my buddy
i know she ain’t loyal, that b-tch is a runner, i heard she was f-ckin’ my cousin
f-ck n-ggas talk we up them
these f-ck n-ggas ain’t on nothin
cash in this b-tch stay rushin’
play with the gang, then f-ck em’
knew i dropped him when i heard his ass say uhh (doo doo, doo)
chillin in the trenches, mini draco, that’s that baby wood
this sh-t wood, smoke you like a wood, we gon’ blow your back
b-tch i’m good, i be in the hood, and that’s really facts
i’m a jit, get that understood, go broke i’m selling crack
in the trenches junkies walkin’ round, this sh-t look like iraq
anti f-ck n-gga, i can’t talk to you
stand up in the trench so they gon’ walk on you
foenem’ playin brazy, must be off the boof
outline his ass with my .22
i let my chain sw-ng, and my gun bang
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
n-gga f-ck you talkin’ bout uhh?
i keep a choppa on me, b-tch n-gga, uhh
ayy, bang on the gang
f-ck n-gga say?
f-ck n-gga get up out my mothaf-ckin’ way
bullet in the trenches with a mothaf-ckin’ k
we ain’t playin no mothaf-ckin’ games

- trippie redd

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