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fkna - trap dojo lyrics

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[verse: mynameiskyle]

ridin’ thru the city with the headlights off
bitin’ b-tts of ciggies so the menthol pop
girls show they titties do the most for a shitty show
dont give a fuck if the cops roll up

roll up roll up
when they see us post up
at the corner store by the border of mexico
pull up pull out
our blunt to show
ops don’t come close while we mix c-ke

ex-missin’ -ss with no check to show
b-tch dressin’ -ss wearin’ shorts cargo
neva catch the kid flexin’ ugly -ss fits i stay with the shit with my top polo

feelin’ like a pussy when i’m not on blow
put some honey and a line in my morning brew
then the honeys bang my line it’s routine fasho
get my cream, blow my green, she fuck team that hoe

man you a lameboy –
unbelievable to think you gettin’ fame boy
actin mighty like you think you king james boy
but remember that the reaper see us all the same boy same boy

act like you bang boy
i talk money you not talkin’ my lang boy
swerve out the way out of my lane boy
you don’t wanna come close put you in pain boy

[verse: anteezy]

rain down on the fuckin’ haters
man pay now or pain later
shut the fuck up bout your pussy shit
i don’t give a fuck bout your feelings b-tch

put up your hands and man up
square up and tee up
set backs are my set up
for a come back my come up

whole squad, everyone eats yuh
whole squad, we bang on the beat yuh
whole squad, bring out the heat yuh
whole squad, that’s who we be yuh

we are the greatest nobody is greater
fuck all the hoes and forget all the haters
put them aside, only ones by my side
are the boys and the fam we are one of a kind

[verse: frhetoric]

the game out of pocket
and yeah i mean money
no more free trips in my private trolley

baddies in the whip
rpm going cray cray cray
‘member it was just my boys, work, and no play

and we didn’t get no pay
but i never got enough
the grind never stopped
no bar of soap

man we never slipped off
phone on the chirp ya’ll
would think that we pricks
chiggas drowning in my waves

i know they sea sick
two blunts, too blunt, had enough
many posing like nuns
sold their souls and

now they on the run
time is up, i ain’t tripping
man in the mirror is the only one who gave me sum

tipping down my hat only to my d-mn self self-love
ay, uh, ooh
i know you’re liking the drip from my walk
i ain’t tryna flex yet i’m still coming strong

no more -ssumptions we soon to be famous
the cave between your legs has always been your safe haven
hoh

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