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certified trapper - fantastic four lyrics

[intro: certified trapper]
wet this b+tch like some uh uh
pull up weighing sh+t like some+

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh+t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got the aim, this my a+game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b+tch a hundred shots, got your f+ckin’ name

[verse: donny ying]
every bullet in the drac’ hold your f+ckin’ name
i’ll wear your dumbass out like the last game
look at dude bum ass d+ck suckin’ for some fame
put yo ass on a t+shirt, now they know yo name
sold the whole block up, n+gga this some fire cane
catch a n+gga d+ck suckin’, n+gga now we got yo chain

[verse: jay gritz]
pull up in your face like kd did lebron james
turn the music up, link out, n+gga switching lanes
tryna play with me, you gon’ die, ain’t no f+ckin’ game
walked out the g said she two smacks smacks pain
walked in ball plenty sh+t ‘cause we f+ckin’ paid
f+cked your b+tch and didn’t cause i had my f+ckin’ heads weighing
[verse: ayoolii]
told the b+tch a molly up in here to f+ck, baby we ain’t dating
off a erk throwed like a f+ck, got a n+gga skating
got a n+gga floatin’, 30 g’s in the stash got your b+tch going
couple g’s on some louie v’s, these ain’t rick owens
.556 in this arp, what a n+gga totin?
i be swimming in that p+ssy, i don’t even need a boat
b+tch laughing like sh+t funny, i’ma crack her like a joke
n+gga talking ‘bout he dumping, he don’t even got a pole
steady talking ‘bout them junkies, you ain’t even on the phone
boy broke as a b+tch, think his ass need a loan

[verse: certified trapper]
aye, wet the whole block up, you better have a float
and that glocky hit the windshield, leave it on the slope
got that blrrrt n+gga better+ and her head make her choke
i swing the door, all my n+ggas be on go
i got heads lined up, i’ma put that b+tch on hold

[chorus]
yeah i pull up weighing sh+t like some spray paint
hit it with one shot, got that aim, this my a+game
i can make a million off boy, man i hate cane
finna swing this b+tch one hundred shots, got your f+ckin’ name

- certified trapper lyrics

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