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letra de ttg (trained to go) - waka flocka flame

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
all my n-ggas ttg, they trained to go, shawty
kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
trained to go, shawty, i’m all about that f-cking bread
robbed so many n-ggas, i got a ticket on my head
all my n-ggas ttg, they trained to go, shawty
kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
trained to go, shawty, i’m all about that f-cking bread
robbed so many n-ggas, i got a ticket on my head

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
new boy on the block, so you know my pistol jerking
you got weed, soft, or pills, f-cker, is you working?
bank account hurting, so you know a n-gga robbing
don’t got a job, they finished school, so what’s the option?
lay that n-gga down, ak or that 40 round
pills and weed got me higher than bobby brown (rollin’)
t.t.g. hoe, trained to go, hoe
lay down on the floor or bring it to the door, hoe

[verse 2: french montana]
all my n-ggas in this city trained to go, shawty
i got a old 40 with like four bodies on it
twerk, putting n-ggas in the dirt
any means necessary, make her work
montana got that twerk, twerk, twerk, 35 for the shirt
if you need a n-gga, hit me on the chirp
and you know i got that dough, shawty
i be pimping, got them b-tches on the go, shawty
i’ma shooter like chris paul

[verse 3: yg hootie]
b-tch, we hitting l!cks, find me when you found me
i ain’t finished school, grinding with my tommy
.45, that’s my blondie, that’s my b-tch n-gga
i’m from west side bompton, that’s my bl!ck, n-gga
me and flockaveli, b-tch, i’m sensing like i’m belly
they be by my celly, flip them b-tches at the telly
trained to go, n-gga, i rob a n-gga
straight drag a n-gga, that’s your -ss, n-gga

[verse 4: joe moses]
what they know about me? all black mask and a all black tee
all black b-tch in the all black v, out in the a with waka flocka
french montana got that blocka blocka
twenty all out on that talk-a-flocka
flag on the right, that’s su woo, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck about what you did
j-o-e, i run this sh-t
hootie and joe, that’s the brick squad west
shooting for the head, you can wear your vest
tat on my chest, i rep that west
5-0-4, i rep that ness
.45, homie, i keep that tech
dogs on code, i keep my pets
a-o-b, i rep that set

[verse 5: suge gotti]
guess who’s in the building?
flipped a few bricks, now i’m up a quarter million
just trying to feed my children
knock a n-gga’s brains, sn-tch a n-gga’s chain
love them ratchet b-tches, they love to give me brain
sold so much blow, it’s driving me insane
haters have no choice, they tell them gotti do his thing
disrespect that clique, eat a two-piece with the flame
i’m repping off that east side, ain’t never been a lame

[verse 6: baby bomb]
i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb, i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb, i’m baby bomb
i’m baby bomb

- waka flocka flame

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