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Trap lord on my belly, free my nigga really
Eligh just smoking that smelly
Menage in the telly
Drop bitch named Shelly, dick all in her belly
I met that bitch in a fashion show, she was rocking margele
I was grip, cozy tasting , rocking on that but say so
Might be in that selly, smoking on that basic
Just tasking my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck around and hit sincerely
Tell that bitch to pop it
Whatssup, what you just mean buying that hoer all that gassy
He broke the foke into my gruel, they gotta act right , they about it
All I know is SAP riding in the main back
Forty caw and we spread back when you hit back, you spread nothin’
Ooh Lord that hurt pow, ooh Lord that drop low
Why they call you trap Lord? Did you trap good to my casket?
I ain’t done it, no time, hook bumping, my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna talk now
But when we talk drama, I tell ‘em hol’ on
All I know is that trap Lord, that hook bow
All I know is that trap Lord
And your rap boy to my casket
All know is that cash, smoking that good smoke
Model bitch how from Brazil
You wanna do with her (?)
Round around the city, hit it like he did it
Block none in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging
Round around the city, feel it like he did it
Drop nine in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging
No applaud when you call, Lord
Mama cry and you call Lord
Mama cry to her toso
Liches start when I drop for
You are dying in this war, body left me to stay on case
Curacy when I hold mine
Don’t mean the fucking business when I pull up and I go off
Shit off from that tosto
I just schuss from no one like can you feel your fucking lame
I bet that nigga cannot walk
Occasion bitch stay coco
Sniff white with that noso
I fuck a bitch with no robber
Cuz that bitch be so wrong
Pop pop when they see me pop niggas really gonna pop
Trust when they see me down nigga really want you
Y’all (?) can’t see me down, trap truly love
With that clip with that bank account, better hit this long
Better run when you see them all
You’ll be see that guy
Hit the drum with this niggas here you gonna see ‘em all
You the son of a bitch, you’re daddy and bro
You a bitch, lil bitch niggas probably wearing bra
All I know is that trap Lord, that hook bow
All I know is that trap Lord
And your rap boy to my casket
All know is that cash, smoking that good smoke
Model bitch how from Brazil
You wanna do with her (?)
Round around the city, hit it like he did it
Block none in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging
Round around the city, feel it like he did it
Drop nine in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging
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