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letra de part two - yung trashi

[chorus: trashi]
i just touched my racks, yeah
shorty throw it back, yeah
i’ma get to my bag, yeah
money, uh, money fast yea

[verse 1: trashi]
part two like i never left
chasing my money, it’s really the best
these n-ggas be hating, they stealing my swag, you ain’t never seen a n-gga that rock no vest
schizo n-gga with no rest
is that someone you want to test?
i just be stunting on n-ggas, i’m doing this sh-t until my muf-cking death

[verse 2: rollie]
f-ck it we’ll pull out the pole and we’ll shoot up your home
we gone dump until ain’t nothing left
smoking that gas and my eyes is red
roll the back of my head looking like i’m possessed
shawty so bad, she don’t f-ck with no broke boy
she getting her money and getting her chips
smoking duwai and it got me real high and i’ll f-ck on his hoe and nut on her lip
[verse 3: trashi]
duwai pack all up in my blunt, if that n-gga keep talking, we sending him up
big booty bad b-tch, she all at my pad, she don’t f-ck with no scrubs and that’s just what it was
my money so green, pockets full of mud
mixed in with grass, the roses, the bugs
i get so high that i don’t give a f-ck
sipping on fiji, refilling my hud yea

[verse 4: rollie]
f-ck on that hoe from the behind, hitting that p-ssy, i call it that feline
shawty say she wanna be mine, i wanna get high enough i can see god
got the honey like a beehive, choppa will sting you, you get hit with the green dot
dripping my b-tch in that design
i shot his ass, left him dead at the street sign

[verse 5: trashi]
never been a number two
every n-gga talk down but he don’t move
flipping on a brick like my name was gucci
can’t f-ck with no onlyfans coochie
kick it wit tron, it’s still free unky
my margelia splat like bumblebee
belt shining, yes, it’s double b
no n-gga can f-ck with the posse

[verse 6: rollie]
lil p-ssy, that boy ain’t gone blow back
she said i got that good d-ck, yea, i know that
shooting these movies like kodak
roll my opps up in a wood and i blow that
you could get k!lled for a low rack
i f-ck her life up like my name was prozac
sipping on cognac
trashi and rollie part two, b-tch, you know that we wrote that
[chorus: trashi]
i just touched my racks, yeah
shorty throw it back, yeah
i’ma get to my bag, yeah
money, uh, money fast yea

- yung trashi

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