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lutrap - perfect timing lyrics

had to get in bag swear i had to get it (yessir)
had to get in bag swear i had to get it yeah (yessir yessir) n+gga lets go (lutrap)

had to get in bag swear i had to get it yeah( i had to get it)
now i’m in my bag they ain’t f+ckin wimme n+gga(they ain’t fwm no)
ian tryna be cool so keep yo distance n+gga(keep yo distance)
an ian tryna be rude i’m just keeping it real lil n+gga( i’m just keeping it real)
yeah i’m str8 out the field lil n+gga ian signing no deal lil n+gga( ian signing no deal)
play with my brudda get k!lled lil n+gga you know how we get lil n+gga(h+ll yeah)
gucci bag i got the stick in here yeah i keep it wimme lil n+gga( i keep it wit me)
bet not lemme catch you slippin lil n+gga(oh no)
up it on you make you give it here n+gga

i cannot let you catch me slippin you know that i’m wit it(you know i am)
you know that my young n+ggas winning(yeah)
you know the 380 really gotta extension(extension)
ima up n hit yo ass in da fitted you bet not play cause you know that you can get it(you can get it)
ima show these lame n+ggas how we living say he serving n+gga what’s yo ticket
pulled up on his b+tch in a two door coupe and she wanna hop in and she sucked the d+ck too (while i was driving) i hope ion wreck foo can’t get too comfortable see ion know you so i can’t f+ck wit you i’m screaming f+ck ya crew he said pull up so you know that we came thru(skrrr) trap house jumping off the hinges we got some stripper naked b+tches ian have sh+t n+gga came from the trenches ima make all these lame n+ggas really feel me(yeah) god gave me a talent you can say i’m gifted gma said get up n+gga n go get it i swear ima move her str8 outta these trenches an ima bring all my young n+ggas right wimme told smoke come on told goat come on told booxhie i’m wit ya told booxhie come on you know you my n+gga yeah you know them my n+ggas

had to get in bag swear i had to get it yeah( i had to get it)
now i’m in my bag they ain’t f+ckin wimme n+gga(they ain’t f+ckin wimme)
ian tryna be cool so keep yo distance n+gga(keep yo motherf+ckin distance)
an ian tryna be rude i’m just keeping it real lil n+gga( ian even tryna be rude)
yeah i’m str8 out the field lil n+gga ian signing no deal lil n+gga(str8 out the field b+tch)
play with my brudda get k!lled lil n+gga you know how we get lil n+gga
gucci bag i got the stick in here yeah i keep it wimme lil n+gga
bet not lemme catch you slippin lil n+gga(oh no)
up it on you make you give it here n+gga(give it here) give
me yo sh+t lil n+gga make you give me yo sh+t lil n+gga take yo sh+t lil n+gga you a b+tch lil n+gga(ay yeah) like zho lemme pop my sh+t(yeah) pop my sh+t i just really popped my sh+t( big slime)

- lutrap lyrics

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