| Strap in my lap
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| Strap in my lap
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| Strap in my lap
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| Strap in my lap
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| Never slippin got the strap in my lap
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| (Yung Simmie)
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| Strap in my lap you move an get whacked
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| The killer is back, I came to attack
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| The nine atcho back I pistol whip rappers
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| I’m leaving skull cracks, I’m really bout that
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| My Philly so fat I’m smokin it up, laid back
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| See me puffin' i’d up Run an get jumped
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| Bodys get dumped, for think he tough
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| I’m real no bluff, my game so clutch
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| Hang with the ruger so nigga you stunt
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| Imma blunt smoking nigga ducked off in the cut
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| All black, ski mask hoppin out the black truck
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| Wit the mac on my back imma come get ya
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| Lay ya body on the ground thats another picture on a shirt
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| Pull off in a virt, like a purp, tatted up
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| So motherfuck a shirt cold ass nigga so feelings get hurt
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| Hollow tips hurt, my bitch don’t twerk she roll up the purp
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| Keep the mac in the purse, get mased either or I don’t
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| Think you want it cause im real to the core
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| Simmie the nigga who can lead a fucking war
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| ShotGun shoot shit thats holes in ya door
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| Like a butcher i’ll end ya
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| Hot nine jewel breeze in da centre
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| (Nell)
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| Hit up the club with the…
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| Strap in my lap
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| Try me get clap
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| Ride with the younging and i run wit the mac
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| These niggas don’t want it I come in attack
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| My whole led explode in his back
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| Rat a tat from the gat show em wheres at
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| Tray pound seven leave a gun nigga flat
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| After this i got the sac won’t sap we
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| Stay with the pack and that certified wax
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| Running from the Law cause I murdered the track
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| Like a 38 nigga Dade County still a murder rate
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| Can’t trust a nigga bitch on my own
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| And that all black but I ride with the chrome
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| Fucking wit my niggas get a pussy nigga mind blown
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| That pipe long on the eagle make his night long
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| 9 mm heater nigga like cold no peace
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| Bullet holes all through ya clothes gon leak
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| I dont even need a fire you can get beat
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| Beat a nigga ass and keep it lowkey
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| Niggas playin Foul imma show his ass the real me
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| Playin with my rounds and his Moms gon feel me
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| Hit his own deck who up next to get whacked
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| Ride in the back wit the strap in my lap
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| Run up in the trap, lay nigga to the ground
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| After he’s hit when its time to run down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strap in My Lap , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Basement Music, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп