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ray vicks - trappin at its finest lyrics

[intro: boo rossini]
yeah, separate boys from the men n-gga
go right in

[verse 1: boo rossini]
suicide n-gga when i ride by
hit your b-tch n-gga, that’s a drive-by
my lil n-ggas wild, call ’em live wire
hold your breath, k!ll yourself
let no man separate what we create
your dawg f-cked up, put some’ on his plate
your dawg locked down, put some’ on his books
and if you’re tryna eat i’ll show you how to cook
suicide them ghost doors, mardi gras standin’ on the floor
operate for that cocaine and the plug say he gettin’ ’em off the boat
suicide, n-gga od, from a project called op
when the colo flip og, wrap four bricks, that’s four deep
suicide, straight headshot
partner got the pistol in his dreadlocks
got a stripper b-tch, got -ss shots
and that p-ssy ain’t got no padlock
suicide that k!ller p-ssy
don’t play with mine, i’ll k!ll a p-ssy
camouflage, layin’ in the bushes
alibi, i was in some p-ssy

[chorus: ray vicks]
we hit the club and stand on couches, we ain’t got no f-ckin’ manners
poppin’ bottles, blowin’ money, for my brothers in the slammer
bad b-tch all on my d-ck, but i got some high standards
i got money but i’m humble, i’m nothin’ like these rappers
this is trappin’ at its finest, real n-ggas, real diamonds
bad b-tches in designer, no d, i’m still shinin’
this is trappin’ at its finest n-gga (we gettin’ money n-gga), yeah
this is trappin’ at its finest n-gga (we gettin’ money n-gga), yeah

[verse 2: ray vicks]
dealin’ with that dealin’, my lil n-gga made a k!lling
did a six month run, say it’s all, caught a ticket
he got sn-tched by the knocks, he servin’ twenty upstate
my trap jumpin’, doin’ numbers, move twenty a day
these n-ggas rappin’ ’bout them blocks, but they numbers be fake
in videos they flash cash, but that money be fake
i went from blocks to that bas-m-nt, to sellin’ bales of that loud
i hit the club with a dub, and i threw twelve in the crowd
up the road with them k!llers, i never lost my position
when doc set me free, i went and counted a ticket
never flex on my brothers, see we flex with each other
we got money and muscle, i f-ck with gangsters and hustlers

- ray vicks lyrics

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