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trapdes - simply lyrics

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[intro: trap des]
ayy, man
free saysothemac, man
what he say? (free sayso)
just a pimp in the shade pourin’ up lemonade
man, i f-cked over this beat, i can’t even lie to you

[verse 1: trap des]
i’m just a pimp in the shade throwin’ that lemonade
i’m in the field every day ’cause i’m tryna get paid
you hit that b-tch every day ’cause you tryna get laid
go and get the chip and the hoes come too
i’m kickin’ all this flavor like i know kung-fu
i’m flippin’ all this bread like two times two
and the glock got a spark, let it peek at you
i want the blues, no clues, that’s it, that’s all
and how you gon’ get rich? you take no risk at all
for the chance just to ball, i’ma risk it all
you want beef with me? know i’ll make them call
i rob a n-gga like 6ix9ine, shoot a n-gga like six times
get dough, i commit crimes
walking dead, no rick grimes
get yours, i’ma get mines
hit the road and get that chip right
no, i do not fist fight
clip on my hip, rock your world, n-gga, sit tight
off the percs, i’m goin’ all night
my sh-t hot sh-t
your sh-t alright (trash -ss n-gga)

[chorus: trap des]
i got tired of the soda, now i pour up in a simply
gotta keep a chop for the hate and the envy
you lookin’ like a l!ck, n-gga, please do not tempt me
n-gga try me, i’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
i got tired of the soda, now i pour up in a simply
gotta keep a chop for the hate and the envy
you lookin’ like a l!ck, n-gga, please do not tempt me
n-gga try me, i’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty

[verse 2: good finesse]
ayy, n-gga we gon’ shoot the whole hundred rounds
mamas and they babies gon’ be duckin’ down
take up in the simply, trap des got the semi
the nine on me like fendi, the p’s comin’, let’s get it
i’m baggin’ up all this money, in the field, i ain’t puntin’
run it back like it’s nothin’, i’m crackin’ another oven
i’m f-ckin’ up on her cousin and countin’ bands like it’s nothin’
i’m countin’ bands like it’s nothin’ and f-ckin’ up on her cousin

[chorus: trap des]
i got tired of the soda, now i pour up in a simply
gotta keep a chop for the hate and the envy
you lookin’ like a l!ck, n-gga, please do not tempt me
n-gga try me, i’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
i got tired of the soda, now i pour up in a simply
gotta keep a chop for the hate and the envy
you lookin’ like a l!ck, n-gga, please do not tempt me
n-gga try me, i’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty



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