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b1 (uk) - trapsuit lyrics

flavours, cookie or dog get billed aye move off that f-ck off doogie
dont make man crease like new shoes got it on me whos man tryna move too
was gna f-ck up the raps that im due too who is he idk he’s some new yute
young boy on the train that’s choo choo, the destinations trevor or lulu
enough man turned phony so don’t get cozy cuh nowadays love’s an emoji
young, c-cky and boasy, jerk mans pack bill a stogie
dont wanna see bro in that stoley don’t know who’s behind that mask like toby
fling one shot like koby leng mans back make man roly poly
idk wag1 for them man heard his girl got tanned and his face got banged
but f-ck that 3′ my slimes out the can don’t watch that little setback soon land
me i’d rather do flips with grams but dem man just wanna do pics for the gram
this one wants me to be her man, mad, swing that one to my mans
can’t take man for pitnee, bro you tipsy must be smoking must be smoking whitey (witty)
nuff bad bs wan’ link me, they think they bad bs pasta and mince meat
round here we all hustle like nipsey i can’t be no regular dude like [?]
can’t touch my bro are u sick g lucky won’t spin back round like a frisbee
spin that block ,spin that block and dont stop until u see that drop
i rlly been in the deep end, dem man just ab cuh they feeting
im tryna rid this pack by the evening i ain’t got time for no internet tweaking
tek that pack if it ain’t decent, your loud come dead it’s on me it ain’t [?]
trapsuit on get joggy, im tryna ball every season like roddy
i got bro and ik that he got me, i dont need to ask if he’s sure like sn0bby
trapsuit on get joggy, im tryna ball every season like roddy
i got bro and ik that he got me, i dont need to ask if he’s sure like sn0bby
they say u r what u eat and they eat out (p-ssy) they got loose slips like they been beat out
searching for cats thats me out circling round tryna see pounds
i got bro till the end cus we’ve seen droughts you ain’t ever split 150 from 3 pounds
finesse mans pack then skeet out, tell man catch me on the rebound
them man switch teams like peter crouch my name holds weight i don’t need no clout
i bs in the trap and i b about they been chatting sh-t they ain’t been about
yo akh whats all that cheek about
quick ching chao have dem leaking out
sweet one big back and it’s neat and round
clap that watch it sound how this beater sound
this one said to me i said no boo, now she thinks that we’re going hotel
now she calling me rude but she wanna 3’it up like my slimes in jail
put that pack in scales like boxing day i gotta hit them sales
do that one up i dont need help self made but ik fam got man as well

- b1 uk lyrics

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