| Yeah that’s it right there
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| That’s it right there
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| I Arrived
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| Look
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| I’m in the back what’s poppin
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| Yo bitch wit me in a bently topless
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| I just wanna get the head then bouncing
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| I ain’t never finna cuff a thot bitch
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| I gotta tend to benjis
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| I got on polo my belt say fendi
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| Don’t fuck with popo I hate the Fedsies
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| Shoot out the 44 until it’s empty
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| Nigga the fuck you talking
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| Niggas be still on the train and walking
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| I just hop right in a wraith I park it
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| Nigga I spit like I’m steevin hawking
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| Nigga the stick is lit
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| I keep it right on my hip
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| Let’s hope I don’t shoot the shit
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| I cruise the whip
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| My bloodys they bruise the whip
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| You know how we do this shit
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| Niggas acting like the police
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| Do not fuck with them
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| Bitch niggas snitch niggas
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| Do not fuck with them
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| Tell em niggas hating on me
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| Bitch I got a drum for them
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| Middle finger op niggas
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| Bitch I got a couple them
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| Haha
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| I wanted bape so
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| I flew to japan, yeah
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| She wanna fuck me but she gotta man, yeah
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| Niggas they hate me I pull up a van uhh
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| Chop off safety we shoot up his fam
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| I’m in a Range Rover cool like a fan be
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| Yesterday I flew to Miami
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| On the beach I be getting a tan g
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| I remember I used to sell Grammys
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| Got the trap jumping out like Jumanji
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| Dame lo culo, I’m papi
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| Como se llama lil mami?
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| Sorry you gotta remind me
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| I won’t remember ya name till I’m faded
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| I’ll prolly keep her my side piece
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| Only cus she wanna fuck to be famous
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| In for a hell of a ride
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| My journey don’t end till I really made it
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| I’ll let my god decide
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| When I’m finna die don’t plot on my name bitch
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| New bitch is smart she from Cambridge
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| That’s England
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| If you didn’t know
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| She gave me brain on arrival
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| Yeah
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| Look
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| I don’t have time for no rivals
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| Yeah
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| (No I do not fuck with them)
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| Look
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| Niggas acting like the police
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| Bro we do not fuck with them
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| Bitch niggas snitch niggas
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| Do not fuck with them
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| Tell em niggas hating on me
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| Bitch I got a drum for them
|
| Middle finger op niggas
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| Bitch I got a couple them
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| Look
|
| I’m in the back what’s poppin
|
| Yo bitch wit me in a bently topless
|
| I just wanna get the head then bouncing
|
| I ain’t never finna cuff a thot bitch
|
| I gotta tend to benjis
|
| I got on polo my belt say fendi
|
| Don’t fuck with popo I hate the Fedsies
|
| Shoot out the 44 until it’s empty
|
| Nigga the fuck you talking
|
| Niggas be still on the train and walking
|
| I just hop right in a wraith I park it
|
| Nigga I spit like I’m steevin hawking
|
| Nigga the stick is lit
|
| I keep it right on my hip
|
| Let’s hope I don’t shoot the shit
|
| I cruise the whip
|
| My bloodys they bruise the whip
|
| You know how we do this shit
|
| Niggas acting like the police
|
| Do not fuck with them
|
| Bitch niggas snitch niggas
|
| Do not fuck with them
|
| Tell them niggas hating on me
|
| Bitch I got a drum for them
|
| Middle finger op niggas
|
| Bitch I got a couple them
|
| Haha
|
| I wanted bape so
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| I flew to japan, yeah
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| She wanna fuck me but she gotta man, yeah
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| Niggas they hate me I pull up a van uhh
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| Chop off safety we shoot up his fam haha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Arrival , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Wild West, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп