LetrasTrap Queen

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I′m like "hey, what's up, hello" Mr 40 bang kicking in yo damn door Up this bitch on everybody hit the damn floor

If you love your life you better let them bands go I was out here tryna get it being broke I can′t go I ain't never lacking I stay with the damn pole 30 and this 40 I feel like I'm Rambo They know I′ve got bodies they don′t want no damn smoke I used whip the Chevy sitting on them damn 4s We strapped up in the club pistols on the dance floor Now I'm 5k for a feature 10kfor a damn show Started from the bottom got it off the damn floor Still gripping on my pistol I ain′t never lettin' go And I can ride with my baby I′m just at the mall I'm getting fire with my baby yeah And no bitch fine as my baby Pussy soaking wet can′t wait to slide in my baby yeah Looked in the eyes of my baby And told her that I love her I'd die for you baby yeah Bonnie and Clyde with my baby (uh huh) I started on the road committing crime with my (hey, whats up, hello) I remember back in the day when I was bagging up country I started trapping for money now I'm rapping for money They say I snap and go dumby it′s a wrap like a mummy Ain′t gotta mack to the honeys that comes naturally to me And bitch I carry Glocks I done burried ops So pussy come and get your cherry popped Bet I wet a nigga like a fucking pool When I catch a body like belly flop I'm poled up with bronem Count show money at the Marriott Like fuck a deal I′m already hot I ball out no Fetty Wap Some might sit and wonder like "why he be on that savage shit" But they don't know the half of it Growing up not having shit Momma off of crack and shit I′m at school being bad as shit In front of the projects bumping backward flips on matresses Grew older, weight on shoulders I start hustling and baggin' zips Whole time I was trapping I was mastering this rapping shit With hopes our sons would never have to hustle like their daddys did That′s why I'm so passionate I used to imagine it I'm so talented I got niggas who hate me blastin′ it Planet of the apes me and broskinem tote banana clips My partners posing pictures with pistols call that a action flick I told ′em fuck proving it on pussy niggas we packing shit And taking pictures with theyself snitchin' bro that′s that backwards shit Start whackin' shit the rest′ll start vanishing like a magic trick Who better than me your hypothesis is inaccurate So it don't really matter your favorite rapper′s inadequate Cause once I get to snappin' immaculate meets extravagant I'm Maximus, Achilles and Spartacus mixed with Gannicus Invested in myself just like Vending machines with shades I′m stackin′ chips Go holla at KP 'fore I show ya broski my management Big paper in pocket ′bout to fall out So many fans can't even shop inside the mall now Oh bitches see me on, oh they wanna call now Shout out my haters who keep Tony dick in your mouth You diss on me, me and my hitters up in your house Caught a body, took the pistols to my dog house Shawty riding for me I lay back she ride it for me And understand that I′m the man and hella bitches tryna fuck me Even though I am a killer she still love me bride of Chucky And if she's poetic justice well I guess that I am lucky She′s my numero uno I don't know what you bitches think She like me and just like me she don't smoke and she don′t drink She stay focused and her flow sound likea boat so we don′t sink Three hundred dollars worth of groceries got it all off of her link Head fire, pussy good and you know that pussy pink When I slide up in that pussy keep me warm just like a mink Set that bitch up on the counter fucked her on the kitchen sink And when I'm done she always bring me a wet towel and something to drink And I′m like (ahh) And she go hard for her nigga See shawty held me down when times was hard for a nigga Rent me cars, crack me cards bring it all to a nigga If it's a foul yo she gon′ take the charge for her nigga And if I pass the pistol she gon' spark for her nigga Up that iron and start sprayin′ like stars for her nigga Bring me back another broad then menage with her nigga One sucking my dick one sucking the balls on a nigga They eat me like a shark and turn to Jaws on a nigga Let me cum all on their faces Santa Claus for a nigga And when I'm on the road she help withdrawals for a nigga Snapchat she make it clap I mean applause for a nigga yeah Bitch I got bars like a prison These other rappers weak you better toss 'em the spinach And I promise they can′t see me they Ray Charles to a nigga And I′m all about my commas like a pause in a sentence So make sure it's ′bout money when you calling a nigga I'm a dog on a mission, flow′s so raw and efficient I go hard I'm consistent ain′t no fraudulentbusiness Even haters talkin' shit was all a part of my vision I told bro get on your shit so we can all make a killing Risk it all 'fore I let my family starve in the trenches No brakes I′m so driven I could cause a collision If I kill you on sight, then I′m offing the witness I'll be off in 60 seconds you get lost in a minute So go ahead and dig a hole I′ll put your coffin up in it Niggas used to be my dogs now they all in they feelings But it's FGE for life I′m taking off with the realest SQUAD!

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