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joey trap - snitch lyrics

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my n-gg- i walk with a check
these shoes cost a rack so you know i’ma flex em
just left the condo i’m dippin from texas
my whip a sp-ce ship my family the jetsons
look

i through 20 racks on my teeth
and 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
you n-gg-s a sidewalk you not in the street
your girl gave me top and said i tasted sweet
yeah

you in a civic but this a benzo
i’m finna f-ck and you in the friend zone
calling me trap cus i got like ten phones
and we flying high everyday like a n-gg-
jim jones

keep number 9 like i’m rondo
f-ck number 12 it’s free rondo
you n-gg-s broke trust me i know
check your girl insta she follow

but she don’t like none my picks
prolly cus you always talking that sh-t
how about this you hop off of my d-ck
and right where you was we put your b-tch lips

ok

ok
you nice as me n-gg- no way
n-gg- this bape boy you still rocking obey
plug by the border like shout out to jose

only one n-gg- with more than one b-tch
only one n-gg- 19 and i’m rich
only one pistol leave you in a ditch
so when they ask questions just don’t be a snitch

why would i trust you boy you is a snake
i don’t wan cuff you girl i need a break
pull out my drakeo it sing like it’s drake
30 lil bullets for all of you fakes

whatch a n-gg- playin with the rubber bands
joey trap that n-gg- he be runnin bands
chopper make a n-gg- do the running man
gucci’s on my feet and you n-gg-s whearing f-ckin vans mm

ooh

get this lil n-gg- a tissue
ooh
all these lil n-gg-s some issues
ooh

y’all n-gg-s fake as a b-tch
ain’t seen you since high school so why would i miss you
ooh

i play with guns n-gg- f-ck ya jujitsu
put that red dot on your head like a hindu
girl you a thot no i don’t wanna kiss you

my n-gg- i walk with a check
these shoes cost a rack so you know i’ma flex em
just left the condo i’m dippin from texas
my whip a sp-ce ship my family the jetsons
look

i through 20 racks on my teeth
and 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
you n-gg-s a sidewalk you not in the street
your girl gave me top and said i tasted sweet
yeah

you in a civic but this a benzo
i’m finna f-ck and you in the friend zone
calling me trap cus i got like ten phones
and we flying high everyday like a n-gg-
jim jones

keep number 9 like i’m rondo
f-ck number 12 it’s free rondo
you n-gg-s broke trust me i know
check your girl insta she follow

but she don’t like none my picks
prolly cus you always talking that sh-t
how about this you hop off of my d-ck
and right where you was we put your b-tch lips

ok

ok
you nice as me n-gg- no way
n-gg- this bape boy you still rocking obey
plug by the border like shout out to jose

only one n-gg- with more than one b-tch
only one n-gg- 19 and i’m rich
only one pistol leave you in a ditch
so when they ask questions just don’t be a snitch

- joey trap lyrics

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