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tahir - trapping for the wrong reasons (really can't) lyrics

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(chorus)
i really, really, i really can’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas
i really, really, i really can’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas
i really, really, i really can’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas
i really, i really, i really can’t. i really can’t f-ck with y’all

(verse 1)
i really can’t f-ck with y’all, don’t care what’s up with y’all
puffing a j in the back, hoping c-ssie gone
rage while i rap along, don’t try to dap me though
might catch a l to the face like i p-ssed the dro

been on the low, oh
don’t f-ck with my zone
please do not ask me to follow you ho
cause i am only trynna follow you home, oh

so tired of these guest lists, half dressed b-tch
really fronting like she don’t want pipe
little hypebeast n-ggas got they wifey with them
but she bust it for me all last night

sh-t, i might be tripping, i don’t like these n-ggas
trust me, i ain’t really go outside
been bout that crew sh-t, n-gga you knew this

(chorus)

(verse 2)
oh my god, i really cannot
like white b-tches dawg
or a duke if you smart, i keep two feet from y’all
keep my two feet from y’all

but y’all groupies is marked, want a n-gga that ball
not t.o, lebron
i’ma eat her like ramen, bout that rebound like rodman
gave her d sans that bull man

in here like woah
pop a zan and i’m gone, pop a zan and i’m ghost
on my pat, in the zone, i kick it if we close
i’m sure anyone knows

hit my dab in the corner, swear that sh-t made her h-rny
i’ma give you a warning
hit it like…
hit it like, hit it like suge or the quan

(chrous)

(verse 3)
don’t ask no questions, just consider this a blessing
stop sipping syrup but i’m leaning on these b-tches
i like clothes imported and i like my girls expensive
she gon’ talk about trips to europe, i said b-tch you really tripping

i ain’t your dad, plus i ain’t your man
b-tch, i am the man
and these n-ggas ain’t fam, these n-ggas is fans
like viets, i can’t

copping z’s at my pad, i repeat her, no pan
bet she leave with no pants
groupie n-ggas like d-mn
i hope we can be friends… naw

(chrous) x 2

- tahir lyrics

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