| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| Live my life grinding, they shining
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| Working with them bricks, so I guess I’m big timing
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| Started off back then, working with them dimes
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| Look at me now, extra diamonds
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| Sun Vally trappin, standing at the
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| Running to the
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| leave your ass paralized
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| Feel like, chicken than Poppise
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| Pull around drive,
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| Working with some homeboys,
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| That was back then, young Juice was wearing ty die
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| It’s all good, cause it never made my eyes cry
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| This a cold feeling, when you out there dope dealing
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| Haters wanna jack you, bitches focused on your millions
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| Better watch your back, the closest nigga, he’ll kill ya
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| Sitting in my ride, 45 when I’m tippin
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| Back to my trap house, walking with my Mac out
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| Reaching for my pockets, cock it, pop it and drop ya
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| Sitting in the spot with the chopper, whip it like
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| Shit I gotta get it, feed my family and partners
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| Yeah we get that cheese, you can say we get
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| I be goddam if a bitch ass nigga just pop us
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| In the A with Juiceman, yeah we hearing you haters talking
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| Get that money right, if you really ready for war
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| I was trappin,
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| You was cappin, poppin off a dollar bill
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| Trappin is a bitch, working with them bricks
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| Tryna sneak rob me, ain’t get shit
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| Bounce back to the house, with a whole damb brick
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| Bitch I would’ve brought the strap, but I trust he a bitch
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| No small time nigga,
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| balling with them damb bricks
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| balling with them bricks
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me
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| Trappin is a, working with the bricks
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| Tryna stay down, they rob you for your shit
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They shot me
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| Gunshots, boom
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| They can’t stop me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gunshots , by - DJ Drama. Song from the album O.R.A.N.G.E, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп