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joey trap - torch lyrics

[intro]
baso, ayy baso (cut that sh+t up, baso)
aight so, aight so, aight so
platna, platna, platna
yo’ (oh my god, platna)

[verse]
ice so flashy, d+mn
young rich squad keep cashin’ bands
he talk smoke, don’t have no hands
first class flights, smoke runtz when i land
free my boys, been stuck in the can
hate all opps that hate on the kid
think we ain’t heard hate, but we did
he b+tch made, he tastin’ the clip
i’m racin’ a b+tch, still racin’ the whip
jakes and feds, f+ck pigs and the cops
spent eighty bands, my b+tch in a drop
now she a fan, don’t listen but top
spend ten bands at gucci the shop, like
i been to the top, i been sellin’ rock
yo’ b+tch is a thot
won’t get caught with bricks out the pot
feds takin’ pics, i picture the block
picture me rollin’ my royce with a bag
i left the mall with a whole lot of tags
bro got the ammo, i whole lot of mags
doin’ gang bangs is a whole lot of flags
whole lot of [?] got your ho’ getting mad
your ho’ getting mad, your ho’ in this jag
pssh, a whole lot of brick out, yo’ yo’ yo’
a whole lot of brick got me off of the porch
sh+t, now we out of the gutter
these n+ggas was hatin’, now i’m in a porche
you broke motherf+ckers is p+ssy, how you finna eat with no forks?
you can’t even touch me or push me, lil’ n+gga, ‘less you got some force
the ar it came with a torch

- joey trap lyrics

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