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atm krown - trap shoes lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
yeah
what’s up?
ayy

[chorus]
busted+ass forces, but i’m up a light ten
put that p+ssy in my face, on my soul i might spin
got my trap shoes on, get to jittin’ in these piece of sh+ts
talkin’ bad on me like i’m broke, tell ’em eat a d+ck
shred his ass like the laces on these air forces
blood keep talkin’ ’bout that smoke but ain’t prepared for it
d+mn, i heard lil’ bro a rat, so i can’t hang with him
don’t do no dancin’, when i’m rappin’ i got great rhythm

[verse 1]
i just made the earth quake, dropped a five+ball
ridin’ in the foreign, skrrt+skrrt with the top off
just had a convo with my daddy, this gon’ makе or break me
you really brokе around this b+tch but tryna play it crazy
walked in the gas station, somebody tried to say, “what are those?”
turned around and smacked they stupid ass with a f+ckin’ loaf
bro askin’ god for some blessings, i just go and get it
your b+tch fast as h+ll, on my mama, gave that ho a ticket
but i do not condone 12
get my brodie tony out that jail, was makin’ dope sales
d+mn, they had to bite the bullet, took it on the chin
i’ve been out here gettin’ to this chicken, she like, “where you been?”
[chorus]
busted+ass forces, but i’m up a light ten
put that p+ssy in my face, on my soul i might spin
got my trap shoes on, get to jittin’ in these piece of sh+ts
talkin’ bad on me like i’m broke, tell ’em eat a d+ck
shred his ass like the laces on these air forces
blood keep talkin’ ’bout that smoke but ain’t prepared for it
d+mn, i heard lil’ bro a rat, so i can’t hang with him
don’t do no dancin’, when i’m rappin’ i got great rhythm

[verse 2]
shoes bustin’ apart, two birds with me like i’m noah’s ark
zippers and compartments, brodie weld it to the f+cking car
tried to say this ain’t no glock, this a soul sn+tcher
won’t even bust it, b+tch, you would’ve got your bones fractured
lil’ baby bag the dog, she a dog catcher
f+ck a dog the bounty hunter, i’d have my dogs stretch him
got these buffies on my face, she won’t dare sn+tch ’em
i’d turn this b+tch into a thriller, i ain’t michael jackson
i need eight more bars, ho, to put into this drink
still wanna sip thot, then made a b+tch think
finna be a millionaire, but i ain’t just yet
need it all in cash too, ’cause i don’t take checks
dog tried to shake somethin’ and got his ass beat
it was all good a week ago, that was last week
run this sh+t up by my lonely, i don’t like friends
do anything to get up out the trap, cut off my right hand
[chorus]
busted+ass forces, but i’m up a light ten
put that p+ssy in my face, on my soul i might spin
got my trap shoes on, get to jittin’ in these piece of sh+ts
talkin’ bad on me like i’m broke, tell ’em eat a d+ck
shred his ass like the laces on these air forces
blood keep talkin’ ’bout that smoke but ain’t prepared for it
d+mn, i heard lil’ bro a rat, so i can’t hang with him
don’t do no dancin’, when i’m rappin’ i got great rhythm

- atm krown lyrics

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