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letra de ​trade - ​troopa (usa)

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[chorus]
i get high as f-ck, and smoke my weed, and f-ck a lil’ b-tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f-ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h-lla guns, and h-lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n-gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p-ssy n-gga, this not a trade

[verse]
why these n-ggas call me “gang”? why these n-ggas call me “bro”?
why these n-ggas claim they doin’ better, but all these n-ggas broke?
gotta send my cousin kev a letter, put tears up on that note
he wrote me back, he said, “it’s now or never,” so i gotta put on
gotta count my racks and get my bag, can’t focus on these ho’s
can’t explain the pain i went through, now i’m lookin’ out for bro
she thick as f-ck, she tryna f-ck, i know what’s up, i gotta go
bring a friend out to the club, let’s get sh-t turnt, now take me home
i got wockhardt in this cup, i don’t sip liquor, i do lean
take my b-tch to turks & caicos, she get dripped out in celine
i got k!lla’s where i’m from, i might just call a uav
ain’t no handouts, n-gga’s fanned out
i swear to god, these n-ggas leech
hoopin’ like the nba, i ball like kobe from the three
shootin’ sh-t like gta, i got a g9 in my jeans
tryna f-ck ho’s, and get paid, these n-ggas lame, these n-ggas fee
that’s on god, he finna die, got blood on my amiri jeans
[chorus]
i get high as f-ck, and smoke my weed, and f-ck a lil’ b-tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f-ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h-lla guns, and h-lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n-gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p-ssy n-gga, this not a trade

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