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03 greedo - mr. ot lyrics

[intro]
hey, i really trap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
i ain’t just rap in this b-tch, i ain’t just rap in this sh-t, no, skrrt
no for real like, i’m trappin’, serve, skrrt
dtb on the beat, that’s bro

[chorus]
i’m sellin’ pounds of weed, i got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy
i’m sellin’ pounds of weed, i got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy
i really trap in this b-tch, i really trap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
i don’t just rap in this b-tch, i don’t just rap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
i’m sellin’ pounds of weed, i got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy
i’m sellin’ pounds of weed, i got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy
i really trap in this b-tch, i really trap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
i ain’t just rap in this b-tch, i ain’t just rap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
i ain’t just rap in this sh-t, i was just wrappin’ a brick, ayy, ayy
i’m really takin’ a trip, i’m really takin’ your b-tch, ayy, ayy
hurry up, send me the zip, i got a package to ship, ayy, ayy
i’m really sellin’ cocaine, you never been on a plane
trap out your government name, you better stay in your lane, we know you n-ggas is lame
i am a lion untamed, b-tch i’m a wolf, smokin’ on cookies
and i’m a crip like i’m tookie, ‘member that time that they took me
screamin’ out long live lil money, boy used to cook with no book, i’m in the kitchen

[verse 2]
always bail out the cell, you never been to the pen
i know you ready to tell, get your lil paper and pen
you gon’ sit in that room, you gonna tell all your friends
n-gga don’t try to pretend
i would just pull up in benz, i’ma just pull up in beamer, i’ma just pull up in van
moved out the hood ’cause i’m rich, no i don’t need me no tint, i’ma just pull up with ooh
ah, gift that go right out that stash
lift that sh-t up, let it spit, lift that sh-t up, let it spit, lift that sh-t up, let it spit
i got these chickens in here, i got three n-ggas in here
i got two shooters with me
i’ma really sellin’ the keys, i’m really sellin’ the trees
get your money, get your money, get your bread
f-ck around, i’ma aim for your head
get your money, get your money, get your bread
you f-ckin’ with me, i’ll be aimin’ at your head
i’ma shoot up your home like i’m aimin’ at your bed
i was aimin’ at your b-tch, i was aimin’ at your kid

[outro]
03
i really, i really, i really
03, 03
i really, i really, i really, i really
i really trap in this b-tch, i really trap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
03, mr. ot
i don’t just rap in this b-tch, i don’t just rap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
mr. ot
i really trap in this b-tch, i really trap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
mr. ot
i don’t just rap in this b-tch, i don’t just rap in this b-tch, ayy, ayy
i got your b-tch on my d-ck, i got your b-tch on my d-ck
i really trap in this place, ayy
got bags, drummer gang, you know we got bags
drummer gang, you know we got bags
drummer gang, you know we got bags
i got drugs uncased, no it’s not laced

- 03 greedo lyrics

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