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thugga massina - trap back lyrics

[intro: dj foway]
these n-gg-s got the streets f-cked up man
when you get the money, you get the power
when you get the power, you get the b-tches
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foway

[hook: thugga m-ssina]
all my shooters shoot, if i were you i wouldn’t touch that
all about the loot, if it ain’t blue then i’m like f-ck that
hop up out the coupe, you know them b-tches ’bout to rush that
she think that i’m cool, you know a n-gg- ’bout to buss that
if i rap ’bout it then i live that
i might pull up where you live at
show a young n-gg- where the bag at
know a young n-gg- gotta have that
used to stuff racks in a trash bag
i done got back in my rap bag
all you new n-gg-s getting laughed at
real n-gg-s ’bout to take the trap back

[verse 1: thugga m-ssina]
back in this b-tch with a vengeance
studio full of syringes
yeah n-gg- this is that dope-
ain’t wearing no coats but we in the trenches
f-ck n-gg-s back on the benches
real n-gg-s back in the game
still ain’t f-cking with 12-
no i ain’t miss deb but i carry that flame
you know the name
came up slanging that kushy
you ain’t salt-n-pepa lil’ n-gg- don’t push it
shooters ain’t republican but they’re behind the bushes
racks like pamela
you’re a worker, can i speak to your manager?
take me to the king, i’m the man like tamela
f-ck the police like ghost banging angela
streets like thugga put a hit out
i was too busy putting hits out
n-gg- quick to put a lil’ b-tch out
tap the teacup then shawty gotta get out!
god mc, please don’t make me showboat
foway’s eric b, n-gg- i ain’t no joke
feeling like the cops came in through the back –
i had to swallow the crack ’cause you know my sh-t’s dope
n-gg- you don’t want smoke, i’ll have the heater bussing
swiss cheesing like i took a picture of alicia’s husband
young n-gg- got bricks like a pizza oven
broke up with my b-tch, should’ve never let me meet her cousin

[hook]

[verse 2: drew delton]
money stretching like dhalsim n-gg-
in the levi jeans, i’m robbin’ n-gg-s
with this work, i’m a doctor
ain’t talking food if i say you impostor
taking down names like you’re writing a roster
you’re making statements, we’re making deposits
ash on a b-tch just like a rasta
i’m a king n-gg- call me sel-ssie
i’m the duh duh man but i do not stutter
the only thing do is this clip that i’m clutching
you n-gg-s be talking but ain’t saying nothing
my n-gg-s be hitting these licks just to function
what you know about selling food stamps with your tramp trapping like f-ck it?
shortstopping on all the plays ’cause b-tch i f-cking hustle
hit the swoosh on a lil b-tch like nikes
and let the d-ck turn her like ike
your b-tch call you and say night night
your b-tch call me and say pipe pipe
you k!lling over p-ssy then it’s not right
chopper burn a n-gg- wig now he like mike
why all these rappers so light bright?
i know your type and your type fright
this sh-t mines n-gg- so i’m hollering gimme
and you ain’t gotta hit the playoffs just to see them semis
but i know when it’s final, they don’t wanna see me winning
but i stay clutch on these n-gg-s like kobe off the pivot

[hook]

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