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trap frost – better days lyrics

[intro]
hopping out the coupe again (it’s him)
i think i just seen a 10 (yeah)
all i know how to do is win
losing ain’t apart of me

[chorus]
better days better days
i’m talking better days
better ways better ways
i’m talking better ways
diamonds shining
see the face
you see the face
and they looking blinding
by the way just by the way

[verse]
move through bulletproof when i sw-ng
bulletproof osama when it come to bang
blow it up blow it up yeah we turning up
i’m high as f-ck high as f-ck
ain’t n0body even high as us
fly with us come take a jet
shawty wanting s-x
put it down i put it down i’ma rep the set
get the money just get the money
i have no regrets
all these 100s yeah all these 100s
yeah i’m finna flex
bad mam cita she suckin yeah she love the d-ck
bad mamacita she f-ckin let her f-ck the clique
i don’t have no relations
it’s just facial baby
i’ma n-gga thats getting money
think i’m racist baby
money green my money blue
that sh-t crazy colors
n-ggas red when they around me they got crazy colors
i got crazy n-ggas i got crazy cousins crazy brothers
brazy brothers them n-ggas crazy sonny
(yeah)
i do the dash i do the dash i do the dash now
i get the cash i get the cash i get the cash now
i’m living fast i’m living fast i’m living fast now
i can get past them
my n-ggas done p-ssed out
i’m in the trap i’m in the trap
and that b-tch trapped out
i got a bad b-tch in my lap and she got her -ss out
i got a black card and its blacked out
i got a black card
i got black broad
but my white b-tch got a black card

[bridge]
i see dead people
all this ice around my wrist its looking real lethal
i got a bad lil b-tch she my real people
she bout to buss it for a n-gga flyer than a eagle
d-mn i’m just gettin to the money
you won’t take none from me
you won’t take none from me
all of my money is doubled
i do this sh-t with my youngins

[verse 2]
youngins they youngins they coming
you know that they drumming
you know that they thuggin
you know that they don’t give a f-ck about nothing
they just need some money
so give em some money
and let em get on the road with me
they won’t fold on me
a lot of these n-ggas selling they soul
lot of these n-ggas be p-ssy
lot of these b-tches be bussing like hoes
she gone give me that p-ssy
i’m finna knock her down like woah
i’ma make her do the dougie
i been m-th-f-ckin runnin
runnin up the dutchy
duchy baby girl i’m duchy
she just wanna f-ck me
i get money
run it up and double up the bag
you know just how we thuggin

- trap frost lyrics

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