letra de ps2 #freekev - troopa (usa)
[verse]
that n-gga—
that-that n-gga—
that n-gga talkin’, on bro, he gon’ die too
i’m in the trap playin’ ps2
i’ma pull up with a weapon on me
legend of zelda, off wii-u
wwe in this b-tch, they like “troopa, i can’t see you”
i got a gun on my side in the trap, sending that boy to the icu
taking the shroom, i might level up, just like a mario mushroom
these n-ggas doomed
finna go crazy, i got an emo peach in my room
i got an emo ho in the trap
she down to play a n-gga like kahoot!
i got donkey kong in the back, arp got a barrel too
gun on me like it’s bo2
i got three shadows in my room
n-gga, i’m an animal, boy, i’ma cross ’em
i could go backdoor his mans too
i’m finna do me a drill in a battle bus, finna take me a lil’ n-gga loot
playin’ it coo—i mean coolin’ kit
i’ma crash a n-gga, bandicoot
p-ssy, i’m a goat, rather die than lose
p-ssy, i’m a vamp, i could never die
in a v8, driving suicide
love to sip lean, k!llin’ for a pint, k!ll ’em in the night
walkin’ with my pipe, b-tch, i’m finna blow
b-tch, i got the spike, boy, yo’ music ass
n-gga, take a hike, i been smoking gas
get a n-gga right
vamps in the night, we not finna bite
b-tch, i got a bag, i rock number (n)ine
finna roll up dope, now i’m gettin’ high
tryna f-ck this ho, i’m not wastin’ time
had a bad b-tch, she was never mine
that lil’ ho a sl-t, she losin’ her mind
tryna f-ck my mans, but he didn’t go
maybe i don’t know
maybe i was right
maybe i was wrong about that b-tch
maybe i was wrong about these hoes
maybe all these hoes really just want d-ck
i was tryna give my love to all these thots
i’ma make her pop lock on the c-ck
i’ma let that dumb ho give me top
f-ckin’ on this bimbo, tell her, “lock in”
i just made ten bands off of talkin’
h-llcat speed, like mario kart
i give her d like i’m diddy kong
i got a thick b-tch, she on me
i know she evil, tryna drop her drawers
she can’t get over me and it’s sad
she’ll f-ck anybody so she can do bad
she’ll f-ck anybody to get over me
but it didn’t work, now she comin’ back
really goin’ out bad, but i got that bag
i don’t need no narc, leave ’em in the past
hoppin’ in that jag’, hit her from the back
drillin’ in that cat, smack her on her ass
i’m off a perc’, pop another tab
jugging the plug, come and get it back
i got a gun, i could never lack
’cause a n-gga bankroll too fat
tell ’em send the drug money, cashapp
g2 taurus, i’ma blast that
[outro]
you know, i’m really that n-gga for real
you know, n0body could really tell me otherwise, to be honest, like
these b-tches really be trifling, bro, i can’t even cap, like
i make too much bread to be focused on all of these weird ass n-ggas, bro
you know? i’ma be a trooper, like, that’s just what i do, you know?
stay ten toes, i’m a soldier, dog
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