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tme trigga - laker lyrics

[hook] x2
trap money sh+t had to get me some paper
b+tch you hate now i can’t f+ck with you later
i’m in a class i can see my curator
i was down bad had to grind like a skater
he think he bad that ain’t sh+t to a racer
why the f+ck you mad i can see that you haters
go get a bag and stop asking for favors
purple and yellow mixed up like a laker

[verse 1]
why the f+ck you hate on me someone ion know
think i got history f+cking his hoe
i was 15 but i stay with a pole
when i turned 16 i thought i was grown
++inaudible++ i’m 17 clear out a show ++inaudible++ go turn up sum more. re+up on this we gon’ smoke about an 0
i prayed on this what the f+ck i was broke
i pray on this cause i didn’t have sh+t
nothing but trap money up for the rent
i used to stack money up for my kicks
you got a sack n+gga? you can get blitzed
touching down packs i don’t need an assist
nothing but facts i can never forget
i get it back i don’t care what i spent
i won’t relax till i hit a l!ck

[hook]x2
trap money sh+t had to get me some paper
b+tch you hate now i can’t f+ck with you later
i’m in a class i can see my curator
i was down bad had to grind like a skater
he think he bad that ain’t sh+t to a racer
why the f+ck you mad i can see that you haters
go get a bag and stop asking for favors
purple and yellow mixed up like a laker

[verse 2]
purple and yellow i mix it together
he is a b+tch he ain’t really a stepper
he make it far as a b+tch if we let him
we spin again in the benz and just stretch him
++inaudible++ you might talk to the devil
can’t serve for wock because we remix it better
scream f+ck the laws i just sent off a letter
stuck in the house with the grams on the dresser
you cannot trap you can’t flip what i’m selling
++inaudible++
we taking your life and send you to heaven
i was just 14 but labeled a felon
i say finessin to give me a blessing
reach for my neck because we flip it like tetris
i come from nothing but trap money flexing
run that sh+t up i can’t go back to stressing

[hook]x2
trap money sh+t had to get me some paper
b+tch you hate now i can’t f+ck with you later
i’m in a class i can see my curator
i was down bad had to grind like a skater
he think he bad that ain’t sh+t to a racer
why the f+ck you mad i can see that you haters
go get a bag and stop asking for favors
purple and yellow mixed up like a laker

- tme trigga lyrics

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