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dasher - el trappo lyrics

[verse 1: dasher]
yeah
we’re gonna show you
hundred on a backstreet
run bands up like i’m at a track meet
undefeated boy, yeah, none i can’t beat
in my own lane and no one ever swerve
if you don’t know me boy you better learn
i’m in outer sp-ce and you’re on planet earth
she call my phone (h-llo)
who are you?
i don’t wanna talk, i got other things to do (ayy)
man i’m too cool need a jacket (yuh)
duffel bag under the mattress (yuh)
man i’m too dead like a casket (yeah)
nail these swishes like a basket (yuh)
march madness like bracket (ayy, ok, ok)

[bridge: dasher]
she call my phone (h-llo)
who are you (you)
i don’t got to talk, i got big boy moves to do
itchy it’s just like a pepper (spicy)
boy you too sick getting better (yuh)
big old check in a letter (yuh)
rocking ralph like i’m the wrecker (yuh)
subway gettin’ fresher (fresh)
need my cheese my cheddar, aye (cheese)
ok, ok, yeah, yeah, yeah
she call my phone (h-llo)
who are you?
i don’t wanna talk i’m cooking in the stu’ (stu’ stu’)
i don’t need to talk i got other things to do (yeah)

[verse 2: xix]
you just need to stop ‘fore this glock’s out blastin’ you
f-ck-f-ck around and you get wet up (bow)
flat a little b-tch just like lettuce (bit)
speak the language it rosetta (spo)
i speak that cash and that cheddar (stuh)
man i flex
k!ll that p-ssy hit it back and send it (send it)
i’ma murder that beat like i’m menstrual
i’m jumpin’ off of the wall like it’s tempest
i put a drum to ya’ mo’f-ckin’ temple
let’s see when i’ll ascend to the next level (yuh)
in the air hunting it like i’m the devil (yuh)
that’s why momma call me little devil (ayy)
run the bands, they belong to me (yuh)
d-mn xix do it flawlessly (ayy)
hot f-ck i’m an oddity (ayy)
fib got the drop on me (ooh)
beat a dyk-, that’s equality (-oof-)
f-ck a dyk-, that’s p-rnography (-oof-)
understand, i’m a god among peasants, you touch me i’ll take your whole colony
trap -ss boy, that’s a neck, you get slapped boy (yuh)
touch my set, suck my glock, (what) you get clapped boy (ayy)
keep sh-t talking, here’s a spoiler, you get dragged boy (what)
your b-tch slow, do the race in a wraith boy (ayy)

[outro: xix]
she call my phone (h-llo)
who are you? (you)
i don’t wanna talk cause i’m making all these moves (making all these)
i don’t need to talk i got other things to do (ayy)
xix kicking it with dasher and you ain’t part of the crew

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