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trap messiah - italian lyrics

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[hook]
my girl be italian
my whip be italian
ridin’ around town with a big -ss gold medallion [x2]

[verse 1]
mothaf-ckas can’t grime no more
mothaf-ckas can’t rhyme no more
lose my body, you lose your soul
two shots now hit the floor
three shots i’m gonna k!ll them all
three b-tches i f-cked them all
drop beats and bombs, i’m on destruction mode
ain’t a resurrection, trap wants some more
all y’all trippin’ think i am a joke
forever on top, snap crackle pop
b-tch i ain’t gonna f-ckin’ shop
didn’t we already go over this
cuff, cuff now b-tch they got my wrists
doing my time like i’m the man
b-tch get it right i ain’t the dad
i ain’t the dad

[hook]

[verse 2]
iced out my eighth watch
my b-tch lookin’ like baywatch
grindin’ hard like a day job
tappin’ -ss like a space bar
whip in the van
runnin’ this b-tch like i’m runnin’ the fam
truce in the van
too much hope but its all a scam
and goddam
and f-ck them haters and f-ck them hoes
cause they already know
that i’m prime time, i’m real time, i’m two times them hoes
we conversate about your dna
like my red colored jersey from eck
oh, you was watching? who the f-ck wasn’t?
me run the stage in front of 5 dozen

[hook]



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