| Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
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| I fuck up the money counter
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| Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain’t got no manners
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| We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
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| 95 with Gucci socks, I’m drippin' in Traplanta
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| Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
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| Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
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| Boy, we gettin' paid, I’m servin' them J’s, boy, in Traplanta
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| We gettin' paid, homie, we ain’t gettin' laid, homie
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| I’m with real right homies who ain’t gon' change on me
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| I got real shooters, won’t say no names, homie
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| I know a real bully, you can’t tame homie
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| In a NASCAR, fast car, that’s a Trackhawk
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| Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Hoo)
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| Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo)
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| Goin' in, we don’t care 'bout cameras (Hoo)
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| He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo)
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| Shit, that’s all I’m sayin'
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| I’m signin' all the deals, nigga, I don’t even want the plan
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| Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?
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| Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands
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| I’m with DYN abusin' all the Xans |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Traplanta , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп