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trap dickey - no love lyrics

[intro]
(imixnation for real)

[verse 1: trap d+ckey]
racks, pull it out, we got it on us
strap, we keep a mask like corona
packs touch down, green bay, ten bands, one play, i’m havin’ green like a farmer (boom)
these n+ggas lie ’bout the sh+t they do, but tell the truth to your honor (trap)
uh, these n+ggas trippin’, tender, losin’ they b+tch like (boom, boom)
roll up exotic, don’t roll up no buck
f+ck 12, we got the switch in the club
don’t talk to me like you best friends with the plug (gang)
don’t talk to me like you be slingin’ them drugs
i’m straight from the bottom, still hangin’ with thugs, criminals
please don’t throw no subliminals
hangin’ with n+ggas i know who get rid of you
strike ’em fast, lightning, pikachu (boom)
we havin’ real racks, plentiful
4k, we goin’ digital
opps, these n+ggas motherf+ckin’ pitiful
drop ’em, this n+gga thought he was bulletproof (boom)
these n+ggas straight hoes (gang)
talk about what he was finna do (move)
or talk about what he was gonna do
n+gga, we right here in front of you, trap (boom)
[verse 2: bigxthaplug]
ahem
ayy, okay, now let’s speak on this gang sh+t these n+ggas talkin’ about in they raps
these n+ggas ain’t never sold dope, kicked a door, let alone work a door if they pop in the trap
see, i really did it, that pot in that kitchen, you give me some soft and i’m workin’ it out
no, i don’t have opps for real, these n+ggas cap, just be higher than a b+tch, tryna get them some claps
see, really i’m chillin’, but nothin’ but love
if you play with my pape’, then we send him above
i be flyer than a b+tch when i step in the club
how i’m feelin’, left wrist [?] more than a dub
these n+ggas got p+ssy for real like a stud
your b+tch told me i’m him, but told me you a dub
think it’s a game, run up on this gun
with this drum, let it out, that b+tch sound like a bomb
the biggest, been steppin’ since i have a gun
i can’t go out the house without catchin’ my gun
try your luck robbin’ me, on your mama, you done
one+of+one, better ask, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
so he say that he took somethin’ from me, no, he stuntin’
these n+ggas not all like they say, they gettin’ fronted
made fifty today, yeah, you can’t ’cause you bummy
you dummy, you think we play with the same money

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