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letra de rich runtz - trl

[verse 1: drich 100]
(campboys, n-gga, know what the f-ck goin’ on)
back when i was broke, baby said i wouldn’t be sh-t
now she wanna talk it out, no, come here, eat d-ck
you lyin’, you don’t love me, you ain’t suck it like you mean it
[?] off that presi, they impeached him
how the f-ck is we beefin’, i ain’t know you was breathin’
turn to usher in that court room, i ain’t know you like singin’
stand on everything i say, even when my cup leaning
wanna blow me with her friend but at first she was [?]
n-gga think he tough, [?]
tryna act stuck up, what the f-ck are you [?]
she put on the chain and she fall down, she anemic
b-tch i’m ballin’ but i started off with zero [?]

[verse 2: trl ace]
[?]

[verse 3: trl dub]
plug call, drop thе bones, got him gone in an evеning
b-tch got some fire p-ssy, told the hoe let me keep it
now you got it from my brother, we gon’ keep it a secret
n-gga tryna [?] but the glock’ll delete him
i’m a campboy, took your b-tch and sent her to cleveland
told that b-tch if we get flipped, put the glock in her cleavage
[?]
but i don’t really give a f-ck, you ain’t my b-tch, why you tweakin’
[?]
[verse 4: moneymaidmar]
i turn one into two quick as h-ll, i’m a g*nius
he put hoes over pros, is he dumb or not thinking
young boys on demon time, shooting glocks without blinking
and these n-ggas washed up, lil’ boy got shrinkage
between you and the money, choose pape, am i right or right?
i knew how to use a scale before i rode a bike
gang come around [?] tryna score a pint
she like to ride it but get lazy when she on the pipe
bankrolls and backwoods and za how i cope with life
they better let us in with poles if we come inside
[?] but it could change like the number nine
f-ck a cat, this hoe lil’ kitty got a hundred lives

b-tch i’m me, you just you, what you gon’ decide
got my hand on her brain, i control her mind
i just pull up to the side like you know you fine
we gon’ take em out, fourth quarter no overtime
n-ggas rat on the net, broke the code online
we don’t got no relations, we ain’t got no ties
i see everything comin’ like i got mo’ eyes
everytime she see a camp boy, she do the most on god
everytime she see a camp boy, she be all on d-ck
everytime she see a camp god, that hoe wanna sin
everytime she with a camp boy, she don’t wanna end
everytime we say “camp sh-t”, they know what it is

- trl

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