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lil tracy – residue* lyrics

[intro]
b+tch i’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
my f+cking backwood, it look like i’m smoking cigar, aye

[verse 1: polo man]
b+tch i’m rolling off the gas, feel like i am [chief sosa?]
please don’t play about my money, treat my bands like it’s [propane?]
pull up on a lil n+gga, best believe i’ma [poke him?]
laughing face with the joker, yeah he get popped like a soda
i ain’t playin’ ’bout the [?] i be doing
i’ma pull up on the block and go stupid then act foolish
i don’t wanna play no games, i’ma shoot [?] just like movies
i’ma feel on the booty then i’ma l!ck on the booty
b+tch i’m nasty and she know it
i pulled them bands out, now she wanna see me throw it
i pull my d+ck out, now i wanna see her blow me
i got my shooters ’round me and they shoot just like ginóbili
[chorus: lil tracy]
b+tch i’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
my f+cking backwood, it look like i’m smoking cigar
weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b+tch i’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to [?] then take a trip to mars
weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh

[verse: lil tracy]
i’m from out the [way?], f+ck n+ggas in the way
i’m hot as f+ck, these f+ck n+ggas need [?]
hit a bad b+tch, i forgot her first name (she bad)
in the club, geeked up, all that [deucing?] (geeked)
i got racks on racks, she got ass on ass
hit it from the back (back), she finna be back (yuh, yuh)
they got a lotta scr+ps, we ain’t finna [lack?]
n+ggas shoot at us, that b+tch shooting back
[leena?], love me
we got 30s, we got 40s
i’ma be rich ’till my kid’s 40
shout out uzi, that’s that 30

[chorus: lil tracy]
b+tch i’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
my f+cking backwood, it look like i’m smoking cigar
weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b+tch i’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to [?] then take a trip to mars
weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
[verse: polo man]
i’ma walk up in the club smelling like a pound of gas
and a couple bad b+tches, they gon’ ride me down [?]
and you know i’m throwing money [?] crowd [?]
i’ma go a n+gga [?] b+tch
i keep a chopper with a 100 round, b+tch
i’ma probably have to lay him down, b+tch
i get it down, n+gga with a pound, b+tch
[?] money, do not make a sound
b+tch, i’m back on this trap sh+t
[?] to my momma i could have sh+t
so i went inside the [school?] with a bad b+tch
she gave me [?] every class b+tch
you know i passed b+tch

- lil tracy lyrics

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