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lil cargon - trap lyrics

[intro]
ten trend on bash
and one little body got a net in the gl-ss
penny k!ll you, i pop it that fast
and only take one minute to trap
ten to sixty-two seconds in the mask
pick a prop and pull up a dash
i’m a sap in the m-ss
antenna pop a pan
head of all c-cked a candle
that vanished fast like a phantom

[refrain]
ray sank, train gang
scr-pe shame, lame tame

[verse 1]
pick ’em off from a burden
lick a top of the urban
tick tock, tip me servant
see the ops lookin’ nervous
pet a pot all that perky
send these off to the lurkin’
it’s all so per perfect
gang off with a scurry
tell me off of a suburban
he clogged, what’s the purpose
take off from the surface
call me the jumper surfin’
that’s off of the ursin
but still have a person
sensors that stings but they got clank
decks that copped caves
and trip on cakes
fork all traits
sedimentary stations
two k’s sued on that dude with that thing i almost hated

[bridge]
essence that need to tackle
destined to taste that bad goat
it spins and swim right back road
each time i reap the grackle
it switch the term in the back ho
no steam that need to stacko
even when life’s like jacko’s
i need to just reach the rack row

[verse 2]
i read that riff like rollin’ roidvert
it’s a lil toilet
back that spoiler
sh-t, tucked on in look like taff’s
trap that grease and that dorsal mask
tip that tuning track, cage lock me basket
midst full of mag shifts
pain fulla that compaction
strings pulled off the baby. b-tch better wanna pay me ‘fore lookin’ ratchet
squash up the benz, drive over them friends, they think i’m crazy like a distraction
set it up, it’s a action
is the gang settin’ up the faction
pigs are but a infract in
who you’d think you lacked in
after sin with the magic
five years is just a savage
ain’t no one in static
i’ve a sag on gastrin
app is blasted_

[hook]
pig got pitch and it gets all cap
pick on gap, then get it on and sit in my lap
bigger than a part of rap, dennis send the strap
it’s canned stamp on a chest like it’s a party scr-pped
better put it 100, that’s a mishap
that’s a sash, busted up, maybe to a lab
better than cr-p, many of it is in the mac

[outro]
it’s a step off the grapplin’ hook
kids shed off your skin, n-body gets cooked
hit in the miss, and the b-tch get rooked
dig inside a tear, we took

- lil cargon lyrics

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