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k-trap & blade brown - mobsters lyrics

[chorus: k+trap]
100k for the plain jane, different mechanism
louis shades, six+seven+five, i got better vision
bought a competition, what i’d rather, chauffeur driven
my n+gga rang me for the scorps, told him, “hold a minute”
gold tips, but i like my b+tch up in white ones
dark world, sitting in the trap ’til the light’s done
all real, made a quarter mill’, took me five months
lost it all, made it all again, didn’t cry once

[verse 1: k+trap]
plug talk, these are colgates, not just air 1s
trap boy, walk into the t, five pairs up
bare tops, got a few bottoms, but there’s bare tops
opp block, got about five, that’s our first stop
i need better wealth, gave them hot sh+lls
now it’s soft sh+ll yellowtail
yacht, sipping ’42
copped the glizzy and a forty+two
then we got the k, that’s a naughty move
we just moving heavy weight, sell it straight
fill the trolley, but i seen my n+gga do the pellet way
grip the shotty, you ain’t tried to do the manor pellet way
better going mia, you ain’t getting nfa
compact cost me 5k but it’s featherweight
spa day, in the steam room, need to meditate
narcos, doing dope deals in a hot tub
bought her two heels, she was hot stuff
sea view, eating seafood, bit of lobster
red wine, eating spag’ bol’ with the mobsters
hotel, talking to the link ’bout wholesale
lost it all, made it all again, i’m like, “oh, well”
[verse 2: blade brown]
likkle bro just land road, now he’s straight again
“welcome back, here’s a care pack”, gave him eight of them
culinary sk!lls, he’s a fool with the catering
president, i’m just tryna make the trap great again
i see them tryna see what’s in my hand, boy
it’s a bq, n+ggas thought it was an android
n+ggas tried scheme on the g’s, but their plans void
one call, that’s a car full, full of hand toys
name another rap n+gga had ’em landing
switch on the lamp, what’s the stamp? check the branding
she looking at the tee, thought it’s louis, but it’s lanvin
i pulled up listening to ragga man, i’m random
jugging at a high level, i can make the white treble
kettle on my wrist fully rose, this ain’t bimetal (this ain’t bimetal)
last six months, copped like five bezels (ugh)
told your b+tch, “pattern with the g’s, why settle?”

- k trap blade brown lyrics

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