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Traplanta Lyrics - Artist : Lil Keed
(Deskhop make it drop, yeah)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I fuck up the money counter Fuck on that ho, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles 95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie I'm with real right homies who ain't gon' change on me I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie I know a real bully, you can't tame homie In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk Vibed out with nothin' but broads (Hoo) Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo) Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (Hoo) He get that dope back, call him Arm |
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