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e baba - certified trapper lyrics

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the money came quick, i made it overnight
gave your last four quarters to this b+tch, it ain’t no overtime
they tried to play me crazy, well i’m borderline
smoke a quarter ‘fore it turn 2, it’s 1:45
and i woke up like 1:30, f+ck a b+tch off a head+nod, i’m a 1+worder
cutthroat, but unky cut+throat, boy that’s unheard off
kind of want to cut into this b+tch, but i’m uncertain
f+cking on this b+tch she got a kid, i think her son heard me
he don’t wanna hoop cause he opps they got her son nervous
762s’ll make you p+ss, now you just drop dirty
you too loose around this b+tch, you should have stopped early
2 phones, who this? you couldn’t call the first one
you so tough on the net, but he a b+tch in person
i’ve been on the opps bad as sh+t getting worser
i heard he went out sad, oh he a evan turner
told a b+tch to go and get a bag and she came birkin
this the type of sh+t you can’t make up, come see this sh+t in person
i can’t give this b+tch a job she came to be a worker
he don’t wanna say its smoke cause we take it further
if i tell ot(?) to go and pop he gon take your turner
i don’t know what type of time this b+tch on but i’m in a hurry
+++b+tch how the f+ck is you a trapper you ain’t certified?!+++
b+tch ain’t a 30 in this b+tch you must have heard a lie
you supposed to go and get yo’ get+back, not the shirt size
wop said he took three+10s, is that a 30,huh?
my white boy got a girl+opp, it’s commercialized
this b+tch dumb, i told her take a left and she turned right
this white b+tch ain’t used to have no ass, but it turned right
yo mans went out like a b+tch, but he was turnt right?
i can turn this b+tch into a hoe, this ain’t the first time
you spent your life with the b+tch, i f+cked the first night
this little b+tch’ll get to stuffin’ sh+t, i see them blue lights
he don’t got no motion post a song and it got 2 likes
he was beefin’ bout a b+tch,oh he a hoe, i told ’em do better
don’t ask me who is you, i’ll say i+t, it’s only 2 letters
you dumb as f+ck, that is me i’m it and i ain’t tag n0body
you want the sh+t? i can go and get it but they taxing on it
the city how i’m seeing bodies drop they getting wacked around me
you used a rubberband, but it ain’t cheese whats the wrap around it?
she wanna get high i told her meet me up at eisenhower
she said ‘i live this type of life’ she had to drive an hour
what the f+ck is this a lemon? oh you smoke sour
little bro 15 and he a felon from a dope charge
he say he f+ckin’ with me, oh he smoke hard
where you wanna go, cause we can go far
this the type of sh+t you got to know i can’t tell you
he’ll never buss that lil’ b+tch oh it’s celibate



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