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ayetrappin - mdma 2 lyrics

[chorus]
never ever broke, b+tch, we rich as h+ll
flex up on your broke, i could tell
f+ck up on your b+tch, yeah, i gotta ring the bell
h+ll no i’m not a lil yeat but i count up money sells
i got all them c‘s
lil trappin f+cked up that beat
i did it by my own, f+ck that i never needed a teams
f+ckin‘ on them x, b+tch, i’m the richest on the scene

[verse]
old gang asks me if he gets some money, i said no (f+ck no)
how you hatin‘ on me that you don’t even know?
i got money long and you keep yours on the low
i got my first show and i might have your b+tch front row
yeah, i gotta call up pasto cause he need to bring them packs in
i never made this much of money, i bring them f+ckin‘ tax in
i grab you hoe, i told that b+tch she can sit down relaxin‘
i pull up in that f+ckin‘ gle i put them tracks in, yeah
i step in balenci
yeah, i call up your b+tch, f+ck her hard, her pockets empty
heard your b+tch wan‘ grab my nuts, that b+tch just like sandy
pass me the boof, we high as h+ll, i think we in cali

- ayetrappin lyrics

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