| 50 keys in my trunk on a lonely highway
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| Tryna lead the life, niggas lose they life broad day
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| Make the broad pay if she wanna be in my presence
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| Got locked several times but I looked at that as lessons
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| Look at all the bread and possessions that I’m blessed with
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| Shoulda stayed home but instead makin' more shit
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| Pop hundred boxes of ziplocs the fiends jock
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| I got that pure, set my lure, cast my line out
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| You don’t understand the grind don’t try to find out
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| My nigga sold a thousand birds in a wired house
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| Now he locked until the end up in the pound box
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| We gotta die but hope we live till the world stop
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| Cuz it’s for real out here in the world (?)
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| (?) burn, a fed they didn’t tell you bout
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| Life, when you deal white, ain’t no turnin back
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| Probly throw away your life tryna earn a rep
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| Cocaine, heroin, I’m in the traffickin
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| Birds fly down south I had to get it in
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| Gettin money’s what it’s bout, stayin richer than them
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| I take control of the drought with more weight than the gym
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| That money keeps comin' in, I can’t get enough of dem
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| They say they’re hustlin but really they’re strugglin
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| I’m lookin' for 20 chem, I just sold a hundred purps
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| I just made a hundred thou, I’m lookin for more work
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| Kush man, Mr. Got it when there’s none left
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| Trunk full ride around dirty in the sunset
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| Ten racks, two movers, that’s a big lug (?)
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| Big cash, big stash spot in my truck
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| No pass get whacked if you try and test
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| Me and Jack keep big guns that’ll make a mess
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| Kingpin with this weed shit where I’m from
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| You wonder why I’m caked out? |
| Cuz I started young
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| Waitin for that brown truck, yea the UPS
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| He sent 30 racks I’m just waiting on the rest
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| I’mma cake out when it’s all said and done
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| Me and Jack sittin back, waitin for the drug to come
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| I had to get it in, I pushed a lot of kicks
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| What you know about a bus ride with a couple bricks?
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| I really did it man, ran through a lot of cash
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| I know Colombians and Mexicans that get it man
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| But niggas never stick together like the ages man
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| I’m in Miami coppin tree from a Haitian man
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| I’m on the beach with a cold beverage in my hand
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| I got a stick in my ear that weigh a couple grams
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| A model chick waitin on me, feedin hand
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| I’m in a coke white suit with a gangsta ???
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| This watch on my arm it cost a lot of money
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| This ice in my chalm I’m lookin really stunny
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| Marc Jacobs on the frame cuz its real sunny
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| I’m bout to hop in this whip with a snow bunny
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| Hit a couple corners, prolly drop the top
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| Hit the mute on the deck I think I see the cops
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| Prolly wanna yank me, I think I got his daughter
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| One million first week like Dwayne Carter
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| Internet pimpin, I’m goin real hard
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| I need to hit the lot, flip me a new car |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Traffickin' , by - Berner. Song from the album Drought Season 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп