| Black Migo Gang
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| You dig? |
| True story
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| Mask on, move low, creep silent
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| I promote bricks, I don’t promote violence
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| Bitch, I’m from the 6, the king of pulling tricks
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| Black Amigo pay like twenty bitches' rent
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| Your baby mom included, yeah, she love Scooter
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| You right, I ain’t gon' do it, I pay like twenty shooters
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| That’s if they cross me, they’ll kill 'em softly
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| Lately, I been kickin' shit like Bruce Lee
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| Won’t do a show for less than twenty, don’t approach me
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| You fake rappin' ass niggas never seen the streets
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| I gave you niggas a lot of lingo, you should thank Street
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| My opp went to prison, I got him shanked every week
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| Real talk, nigga, I never touched a boy
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| Boss shit, I made your bitch snort a line with Roy
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| I raised myself in the bricks, grew up a hustler
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| Zone 6 drug lord, got all the customers
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| Jugg, haha
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| Black Migo Gang, YSL, you dig? |
| Yeah
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| We came a long way from Section 8, nigga, haha
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| Got slime in this bitch with me, you dig?
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| Count up
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| Whip a Nascar, tell 'em shoot a hundred round (Round)
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| VVS’s on my neck, plus my bustdown (Aw yeah)
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| Mix the codeine with the Fanta, watch it turn brown (Brown)
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| Cavalli on the daily, lookin' like I’m sponsored by 'em (Go)
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| Lifestyle turnt, 'member nights of sellin' white (Yeah)
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| Ridin' in this new whip, clutchin' on my loaded pipe
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| I don’t wanna serve you, heard you in black and white (Huh?)
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| Yeah, I’m out the trap but my gesture and my pocket right
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| Let me take you to the trap, bust a bale, clutch a strap
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| Bricks came saran wrapped, yeah, we with all of that (What else?)
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| Now I hit a button, and on the roof, the top fall back (Robot)
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| California blue face, copped it all for gas, jack
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| Came in focused, don’t you be the one to send me back
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| And half of y’all my sons, how you hate the one that showed you that?
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| Bitch, you know I stomp for real, still active, I’ma handle that
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| Put signs by the chief, now they takin' hits for just a stack
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| Drop a kilo on your head (Whole thing)
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| Told him to call me when he dead
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| Nigga said, «We rollin' up in fifteen minutes,» he was scared (Hah)
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| I got an ol' weak ass bitch tryna suck my dick way direct (Hold on, lil' bitch)
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| Ever since the first body, I been like, «Next, next» (Next)
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| Best believe I get respected, I’m the chef (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I was just thinkin' like Chi-Town and he ran (Woo)
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| Percocets and Xans, crunch it up like candy (Like candy)
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| I put twenty birds in the coupe, you can call me pigeon, nigga (Brr)
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| I got a young crew out the zoo, you can believe they lickin', nigga (Slatt,
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| let’s go)
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| If he cross me, we kill him softly (Shh)
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| Twenty-two dollars just hit at the head, it sound like it’s coughin' (Uh-uh-uh)
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| I wrap some water around my wrist like I’m a dolphin (Like I’m a dolphin)
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| I got some green diamonds like piss, ridin' down Slauson (Ridin' down skrrt)
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| I got a tall bitch named Kate, I’m 'bout to slice her (Let's go)
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| Soon as I fucked her, I passed her to Pimp 'cause I don’t wife her (Yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Bars , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album Trap Hero, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп