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- Jimmy Wopo Trapnese 歌詞
- Jimmy Wopo
- Trapnese （）-Hardo /Jimmy Wopo
N**gas know that Im a problem want me in that cage cage
Outchea like Saddam twisting n**gassh*t like braids braids
Trappintrappinwalking bomb got your b **ch going both ways
She gondrink the drip she gondrink the dick minute maid
Get money on a bad day we meant knots made
Bricks selling at a fast pace now they want to raid
I had to shake em off my last case
Big O dont play
That money bag got a bag of chips n**ga Frito Lay
AK back chopped off
On a hitman mission like James Bond
Hitters like A Rod
Hit em with the base like baseball baseball
Ho hold on ho cant see nothing like Ray Charles
I got the drip sauce
N**ga this is my run like Im AWOL
Lil bro let the tre off
Lil bro shoot to score he remind me of Chris Paul
2K he get crisscrossed
Two Ks out the window get picked off
Them hollow tips hit hard
Them bullets I send em like Brett Favre
Put lanes in your front yard
While loaf with the MAC in your backyard
N**ga thats back door
What you think I got 30in the MAC for
You dont bless the streets you aint a trap lord
Every day Im chasing money tryna stack more
If you run down it gotta be a sure shot
Finesse the birds if them b **ches aint a pure flock
So much work I could run it up in full blocks
So much work I be cooking out of four pots
AK 47got no stock
Cameras on the cribs you aint getting no drop
30in the sh*t case you need more shots
Im just f**king b**ches I dont love no thots
Baby girl probably ran through your whole family
Last name now this thing hereditary
You sweet f**k around thatll get you buried
Candy man got hitters on bloody Mary
Young n**ga aint got no manners
Selling the d**e out my grandmas
Orangutan sh*t hold bananas
B **ch Im a pit Im a panther
Im in designer no Panda
Baby girl I understand ya
Im like AI Im the answer
I need a rack for my manor
Busting them bricks like a transfer
Smoking the d**e and the cancer
Tru and a Gucci bandana
Ho its your knees and surrounda
Aint tough he just broke with a temper
Big bro on parole with the camba
I slap this sh*t to your lejo
Kidnap him he will not remember
I got a ho in Atlanta
I wrap the snow up like Santa
I pour a four in the Fanta
Out of control with the hammer
Go ask your mama lil n**ga
All of my n**gas is killers
Police in the city want ban us
No college we runninthem bands up
Broke broke n**ga please
Four four lemon squeeze
N**gas know who got the keys
You aint talking trapnese
B**ch Im trappinwhat you need
Chopper jumping out my jeans
TrappinHardo Jimmy Gs
N**gas know its Trapnese
I got a ho in Atlanta
I wrap the snow up like Santa
I pour a four in the Fanta
Out of control with the hammer
Go ask your mama lil n**ga
All of my n**gas is killers
Police in the city want ban us
No college we runnin'them bands up
Broke broke n**ga please
Four four lemon squeeze
N**gas know who got the keys
You aint talking trapnese
B**ch Im trappinwhat you need
Chopper jumping out my jeans
TrappinHardo Jimmy Gs
N**gas know its Trapnese nese nese nese
Dah
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