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letra de king of the streets - trxp 9k & trap nav

king of the streets lyrics
[intro]
(h2o, you made this?)

[verse 1: trxp 9k]
grrt
uh, ain’t none to it, the money be callin’, i gotta stick to it
i get up to it and walk it off
these p-ssy boys say, “p-ssed off”, from body for body, no randy moss
that boy, b-tch, he ain’t gon’ shoot sh-t
left his body in the muhf-ckin’ news clip
i’m feelin’ the ultimate ‘zoo sh-t
yuh, f-ck ’em all, it’s a fair call
i’ma dog, so i hit it raw
i got the sauce, b-tch, no hotdog
switch the glock, then i pop off
spin the block, then we skrt off
i hit the gas now, that’s what we smokin’
i’m in the throat now, she be chockin’
come get it right now, the trap soapin’
i get the check now, the b-tches dancin’
he’s gettin’ smoked now, that’s from cancer
i want neck, b-tch, none fancy
thеn i ghost, b-tch, danny phantom
get off my d-ck, b-tch, mind ya manners
b-tch, don’t come to mе for favors
f-ck all these b-tches, we stackin’ all these paper
gotta lotta things in this bookbag
slide on a p-ssy with a coat mask
some p-ssy callin’ for his b-tch back
man, come and get your b-tch back
[interlude: trxp 9k]
hol’ up, hol’ up, that’s her?
ayy, where you at?
(i’m at f-cking pizza hut)
b-tch, ain’t no muhf-ckin’ pizza hut open at no 10 o’clock, you stupid ass ho
you think i’m dumb? (stop f-ckin’ playin’, bruh)
(…keep f-ckin’ runnin’ back to me) oh, my god
(you only want me ’cause i’m good at what i do)
b-tch, you trippin’

[verse 2: trap nav & trxp 9k]
yeah
i’m smokin’ up broccoli, countin’ up lettuce
in love with the glock, i think i got a fetish
perc’ got me crazy, call me dennis the menace (ayy, thot sh-t)
(menace, menace)
all my opps hurt, they jealous (ayy)
i’m stuffin’ a 30 clip in a berretta
call me a stepper (grra)
my diamonds hit without no lights though
i love a thick b-tch with no lipo
you hate me, your ho in my likes though
testin’ me, i’ma get you together
if she wanna ho, then i let her
i might stress me a b-tch, never press ’em
all my guns, they come with a compressor
you love on that ho? i would never
thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
b-tch, i’m thuggin’ no matter the weather
so icy, we flockin’ together, huh, so icy, we flockin’ together
[outro: trxp 9k & trap nav]
i don’t be f-ckin’ with shawty, ’cause she nothin’ but a muhf-ckin’ thot (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
okay, i hit her one time again, then i pass her to the block
feel like a savage, i don’t want you b-tch
you love her? could never
yeah, i ball like mad micky, back in a pack, yeah, smokin’ on cabbage
i don’t f-ck with n0body, that sh-t was a robbery, i’m back on my p&q’s
your all in my way, excuse me, i get the pack and i move
king of the streets, b-tch

- trxp 9k trap nav

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