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feddi - trade 4 nun lyrics

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it be the closest ones to be mad
i done finally got in my bag
i would’ve showed that love to you
on the second hand ain goin out sad

that sh+t wasn’t cool you should be ashamed
why on your brother you stay running game
ima smoke my weed ima pop my perc
ima keep getting paid ima stay in my lane

look out for them nawl
i’d rather look out for my sister instead
grew up in a house it was two to a bed
got your toes in my face

and my foot on your head
and you give it all to moma
made sure we had fun when ween have funds
and ain got time to be getting emotional

talking bout pops boy you know you the one
i know that you proud n+gga look atcha son
i got 50 over there
100 over there money just sticking to me

i rock lavin in a s63 ima stunna
like look what you did to me
i kno you be seeing when i go to florida
all way cross the border

i sell whip they buy every cookie
pop i’m getting to the paper but i’ll see you later
i can’t say to much know the feds looking
we tryna make it out of this b+tch

pour up and pop some sh+t let’s get lit
tryna help my patnah patnah get rich
i can admit i’m stuck in my ways
caught up in the grind tryna get paid

trade nawl, nawl i won’t trade
no i won’t trade for nun
no i can’t change for nun
no i won’t trade for nun

nawl, nawl, nawl
i know they gone trade for some
i gotta get paid for some
ain’t taking that hate for nun

talkin bout a gang don’t mention me
when it come to crime i do it by myself
don’t know ah n+gga love me much as meat
dey be quick to judge when you needing help

if it was a price i’ll be on the shelf
born and raised right across the street from death
and they got the nerve to say i’m crazy
i’m just a lil product of the environment

cairo street finest
let them influence me easy
tryna find my way i was d+mn near blinded
that’s why i tell all my bros

and doing no club and f+ck that designer
they can do what they do blow all the money
just don’t come and look at me sour
bros it’s codes

you don’t live by em you gone
these b+tches they go
we ain’t gone fall out about hoes
snitching that’s out, tricking that out
acting like b+tchez that’s out

we tryna make it out of this b+tch
pour up and pop some sh+t let’s get lit
tryna help my patnah patnah get rich
i can admit i’m stuck in my ways

caught up in the grind tryna get paid
trade nawl nawl i won’t trade
no i won’t trade for nun
no i can’t change for nun

no i won’t trade for nun
nawl, nawl, nawl
i know they gone trade for some
i gotta get paid for some
ain’t taking that hate for nun

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