fpm rodney the trap god – inbread lyrics
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god knows (yea), dont let a f+ck boy try me i’ll really up my tool (yuh)
what the f+ck this look like this sh+t ain’t no school (yuh)
the streets ain’t got no rules (yuh, yea no rules)
yea you already know we’ll blow him down, (mhm), 50 round (yuh)
leave that boy dead on the ground (yuh)
lil boy was a fed we need to send them shots fill him wit lead (yuh)
pour this lean in my cup, had to fill it wit red (yuh), (pour it in my cup)
lil boy momma had to find out he was dead (yuh)
(p+ssy boy dropped dead), now that i think abt it, that boy looked r+t+rded he mighta been an inbread (yuh)
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