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trap starz clik - sittin on blades lyrics

[intro:]
ayeeeee, huh
aye here dat n-gg- datz fly as f-ck ya here me
new braids, new locs, new j’z, know what i’m tam’bout
you sittin on blades, n-gg- go ahead n stunt on dem n-gg-z
huh whutz tha deal huh, huh, huh…

[chorus:]
sit-sittin on blades, fresh new j’z
brand new locs, fresh new braid
sit-sittin on blades, fresh new j’z
brand new locs, fresh new braid
sit-sittin on blades, fresh new j’z
brand new locs, fresh new braid
should i hit tha club, sh-t you awready know
yea dem trap starz when i walk threw tha dow

[verse 1:]
ridin in a chevy, orange avalanche
hear a good motor everytime i smash tha gas
ridin in a slab with a screwed up tape
got tha screenz goin up comin out tha tail gate
air shot compression, made me seem tall
yea you know we ball when we turn down da mall
hoes ain’t plus, ballin is a must
rimz sittin big like we stoled em off a bus
i got candy on my braids, candy on my car
club on me while i’m buyin at tha bar
j’z on my feet, locs on my eyez
catch me on stage, it’s me lil high
let me dew da fool, grippin on grain
i’m sw-ngin and swervin, juss ta change lanes
shout out to river city cause they show me love
i’m sittin on bladez while i’m chillin with my thugz

[verse 2:]
sittin in my buick, two-toned regal
stripes on my slab look like it sponsered by adidas
in a suede roof hang 6 televisions
tint on my low da same a blind person’s vision
sit-sittin on blades, fresh new j’z
brand new locs, fresh new braid
should i hit tha club, sh-t you awready know
screenz hang low like tha ears of dumbo
i’m thankin retro 12, white over grain
splinterz in my hand everytime i grip grain
where i come from, n-gg- i shine
music up loud steady knockin pictures down
down ta get buzzed, buyin da club around
reppin 3rd coast, but i’m from tha d-town
west mo-land, tex, time ta dew it big
b dub t trap starz get it b-tch!

[verse 3:]
i got ice on my chest, ice on my teeth
grill on bling when you see me in tha street
you can catch me in tha cliff, at mo-town
west dallas, texas datz where it goes down
hit-hittin club blue, smellin like a pound
go ta da bar ask for a shot of crown
holla at a freak cause you know it’s ya boy
ridin in a slab playin with my candy toy
you kinda tipsy, i’m on a level
eyes blood red like tha cops from bad girl devil
fresh new braid, talkin fish bones
dacarver chirped me up on my nextel phone
go ta o-z, maybe in my key
gotta dew it big in tha dirty triple d
hop up in da club, brown skin goin down
turnin dueces in ta 4’z, bottles upside down

[outro:]
yayaaaaaa huh
trap starz n-gg-
it’s p-a-c n-gg-, huh, and j high n-gg-
whutz up with it yt
it goez down huh
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
sit-sittin on blades…

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