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lil tracy - 2002 liltracyraps (fake) lyrics

[intro]
mystical one beats
aye, yuh, call up the weed man bruh
call up the kush man
yeah man, call up, make it burn
oh you finna come through?
you finna drive off the kush?
alright
alright
watch out
(brrr)
(brrr, brrr)

[verse]
i just copped some f-cking dro
finna pull up to the sto’ (skrt)
dressed in all black like a motherf-cking crow
n-gg-s staring at me man, what’s the issue fo’? (huh)
i’m tryna cop a dutch and smoke with the bros
i don’t got that glock same color as a clip
i copped a dutch pack then i hopped in the whip
b-mpin’ baby son, and we skrt off quick (skrt)
got the window down, b-tch, lil tracy sh-t (brr)
pulled up to the crib, hop out like a pimp
close the d-mn door, d-mn right i lock that sh-t
i know these grump n-gg-s out here plottin’ sh-t
sell a d-mn rock, n-gg- stop robbing sh-t
walk in the crib, n-gg-s i be smokin’ sh-t
n-gg- match up, n-gg- let me get a hit
roll my dutch up, and it’s pretty like my b-tch
take three hits, i’m ’bout high as a clip
take another hit, then i p-ss to my kin
sounds some ringtone, got a text from my b-tch
she said: “lil tracy, what you doin’ ’round six?”
b-tch i’m smokin’ weed, come through with your friends
she said: “h-ll nah, come through by yourself”
i hit the d-mn dutch, then i thought to myself
last time shawty started grabbin’ on my belt (woah)
lil tracy all up in the box like meal
suck my d-mn d-ck, or i can’t do sh-t
if shawty clean, put the tongue on the cl-t
i’m a real n-gg-, b-tch it is what it is
grab her by the neck, shawty said she like this sh-t

[outro]
(oh, woah)
(woah)
d-mn n-gg-, woah
ok, these hoes, crazy bro
so is his
aye man, better let her beat up
i literally violated the b-tch

- lil tracy lyrics

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