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letra de rotation - trl

[intro]
n-gga
camp sh-t, n-gga, camp guys, camp world, dumb-ass n-ggas

[verse 1]
i’m a westside n-gga, i’m with thug n-ggas (baow)
that’s some n-ggas throwin’ fours, but they cuz k!llers
bump into my n-ggas on east 7, them my blood n-ggas (blood)
all i know is hustle, later on no drug dealers (yeah)
n-gga, you an opp, fn shootin’ out my cuz [?]
my b-tch mad my other b-tch say she in love with me
k!ll a n-gga, put him in my ‘wood, now my lungs finished
roll a [?], then i pass it, they be blood hitters (yeah)
i just seen 12, hit the corner, n-gga, spin the block
this b-tch bad, she mad as h-ll, i f-ck her like a thot
ten milli’ clutchin’, know them b-tches with us, tote fns and chops
[?] of a peanut b-tter bread, four of pop
thinkin’ with his d-ck, got some b-tches that’s gon’ send the drop
in this b-tch and put this b-tch in track, that’s when we see the cops
hundred thousand on me, let’s see gary, let’s go get a watch
thick b-tch, don’t even wanna f-ck, just wanna get the top

[verse 2]
h-ll nah, we can’t go in public, b-tch, we at the spot
d-mn, now i gotta play it smooth, face card hot
any n-gga that be tryna rob gon’ get a face shot
me and my n-ggas lit around this b-tch ’cause that case dropped
yeah, he in love with that ho, he be tryna save her
i can get you whacked around this b-tch while i’m smokin’ flavors
they too broke this b-tch in the hood, he gon’ wake the neighbors
boy, you broke as h-ll, can’t f-ck with me, you get minimum wage
i can’t even lie, my pocket full with some dead faces (d-mn)
we’ll take you from your whole family, some sad faces
blowin’ on some sh-t that get me high, but i be lookin’ asian
have some n-ggas run up in your crib like they doin’ maintenance
n-gga, you ain’t f-ckin’ with the camp, might as well face it
d-mn, my hands hurt, i need some help countin’ these dead faces
let him feel a ten milli’ since he think he crazy
i ain’t doin’ sh-t for free, b-tch, you gotta pay me
[verse 3]
she a skinny b-tch, got no ass, but she love shakin’
i’m a young n-gga, got more cake than a whole baker
what the f-ck you show your face for? you can’t show paper
we gon’ put the opps on rotation, man, ain’t no facin’
i know i can’t trust another ho, that sh-t so dangerous
rell got a glock on his side with a glow laser
opps doin’ all that ‘net wolfin’ and it don’t phase us
we gon’ follow him on his trail, and then go blaze him
i can do this sh-t on my own, don’t need no favors
i’ma beat her f-ckin’ back down, she got no ankles
all these n-ggas wanna rap now, i got no patience
when these n-ggas put they hat down, we gon’ show bankers
b-tch, i’m posted up in camp town, don’t share locations
tell your b-tch to put her head down, i’ll be so thankful
bro just poured an eight of red up in this for later
palm angels down to my socks, i can hold angels

- trl

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