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qeeb - out the trap lyrics

[hook]
trapping outta uniilorin
omo my style be so foreign
n-gg-s sleeping they be snoring
i’m just tryna get my what ayyy
i’m just tryna get my money
trapping outta unilorin
omo my style be so foreign
yeah wait

[first verse] [qeeb]
i got this city on lock down
i got your b-tch on my d-ck now
focused on getting this cash yh
i ain’t never switching sides
ten toes to this grind
i’m the best do i gotta remind
said you’re better than me i’m like who
i rap better you know that’s the truth
ayee
chasing the green
double cup on my lean b-tch
i’m the sh-t
i don’t know why all these niggs be p-ssed
that i’m the sh-t
hundred times that i got curved
b-tches want money no love
for the money n-gg-s get cuffed
road to riches sh-t is so rough
momma told me i should never stop
steady grinding till it’s push to start
n-gg-s sleeping on me i think i should get them a mat
do it with my soul n-gg- do it with my heart
yh i don’t got no time for the chit chat
n-gg-s flexed on us now it’s payback
you ain’t on my level nigg fallback
choppers loaded for all of em bloodclarts

[second verse] [droxx]
i’m an african chief
i go to war with a bally
ain’t got no food in my belly
only got pain and the hate in my heart
i don’t think i’m a pacifist
can’t you not see that i’m african
can’t you not see that i’m royalty
hating on me that’s pathetic
i go to war with my hand on a 40
pull out a glock and i’m taking your money
sipping on lean see the cup looking muddy
tell these n-gg-s to suck on my d-ck
you don’t like me n-gg- then suck on my d-ck
yous a idiot man affiliate man
said a opp got chinged tryna sn-tch my chain
nah these n-gg-s don’t know my pain
how many times is a man gon say it
how many times is a man gon pray
that these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s tryna get me vexed
tryna get me vexed tryna get me mad
big big jeans that’s a big big mash
bare opps pulling up that’s a big big shank
4 by 4 how dem man gon drop if a p-ssy -ss n-gg- tryna talk to cop
please please don’t with my cheque
and please don’t joke with my p
the drip on me that’s 50 g’s
all of this drip i’m an african chief
you dun’ know ey you don’t know

[qeeb]
omo the streets is so cold
got most of my n-gg-s doing the road
you ain’t a g you don’t move by the code
flossing all day and my neck be on froze
i’mma just do it like nike
i don’t give a f-ck yeah my n-gg- i’m spike lee
i see em n-gg-s they tryna murk me
i just be ducking the hate that they throwing
trapping trapping
trapping outta unilorin for real

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