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letra de pop that trunk - yaseen rosay

[intro: yaseen rosay]
money on my head now (money, money)
many drop top, livin’ all that, putting money—
i’m a f-ckin’ top top
yaseen

[verse 1: yaseen rosay]
if they ever put the money on my head
then tell em put the price up, and whatever is coming for me
be ready to give your life up [?]
going down like no b-tch, how you think i got my stripes up
and you goin’ down with me even if it’s suicidal
do or die is how we riding, 15 i had it hidden (where?)
right, about where my dicers, best believe i exorcise it
realist how my life is, these p-ssies stay your liers
even though they move like snakes, still i keep it like a lion
yeah, a lion in this jungle, and b-tch i had to hustle
b-tch i did some sh-t that i regret that’s why i’m trouble (trouble)
b-tch come out of my house ’cause you never understand me
i don’t need a sket, i need a wife with a family
all these sins, all these sins and they eating up my conscience
now i’m back by this judge, and he’s waitin’ up my prospect
i’ll stand up in your court, but i will never call you honour
and i’m in god’s hands, so b-tch do you what you wanna
i don’t wanna, puff this marijuana, but i think i have to
[?] be dramas that i’m always back to
[?] the mac and ride out
a b-tch that call you soft f-ck
that give me six squirts
i’m make this b-tch bucks now

[chorus: yaseen rosay]
yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) f-ckin’ being sanic
two for you, p-ssy sing free your b-tches
i made a look for the snakes and lookin’ out for snitches
put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits
(six digits) six digits
put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits
(six digits) six digits
i dare you hide the price f-ckin’ g ho’

[verse 2: l jinny]
puttin’ money on my hand, don’t put that under your bed
tell em i’m comin’ instead (gratata) drumin’ and ted
i ain’t lookin’ back wallahi they should get jacked
akhi come down with the ting gratata [?]
no word of a lie, in order to burden in the sky
i ain’t g-ssed from nothin’, wallahi they try to murder me twice
soon i’ll be back to revenge akis are packin’ a sken
no one will be in humble family this won’t happen again
this won’t happen again, expect no love in these streets
so what i’ll handle the pain, just in [?] slugs that he’s needs
come next month, caught up or i be duckin’ police
i kept it humble and peace, for these f-ckers under my feet
i did it when he show me, any love now
but they wanna know me, bring the rap round
i did it when they phone me, when my funds down
but the rappers trappin’ lonely, do they sounds loud
its fake love (fake)
fake love (fake)
fake love
i’m sick of this fake love

[verse 3: esa]
ayo, i’m tied up the cheese, thinking about my enemies
the way i’m livin’ i ain’t meant [?]
seen alot of sh-t i ain’t meant to see on the street
getting ain’t no peace
who’s real who’s fake like let me see
put money on my head, and i won’t let you breathe
in a soul and my head, don’t let it sleep
wanna roll late night till the sun i see
all the sure i see, but your truancy
these fake motherf-ckers and they true as me
don’t move like a [?] when it cost to beef
more like flash can silk the heat
don’t come around me with bad energy, i know bad fights
and these mad times, i see mad signs
mad nights you better act right
or at least that will happen is mad fight

- yaseen rosay

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