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trapland pat - crash lyrics

i’m boutta go nuts like cashews
it don’t even matter ima crash when i catch you
foreign ahh whip 200 on the dash too
where the f+ck he at i just rode right pass u
really went to spinnin with the doors up
snoozing off the lean made his b+tch ahh froze up
on 19th bruh we boutta pick boze up
could tell a n+gga booted cuz my eyes won’t close up

she said she cut me off b+tch so what
free my n+gga briccs right now he eating cold cuts
slow the whip down cuz a n+gga gotta pour up
vision so blurry like my screen won’t load up
they say a n+gga smooth with the word play
1st of the month cross the globe we call it bird day
side piecе my appetizer main b+tch my entree
i just had a threesomе call that bih a cross play
yea i tell em they could chill but they can’t stay
i make em work for me they gon do whatever i say
plug on the way i told em ten four
5 percent or lower why the f+ck you got tint for
he ain’t even shoot why the f+ck that n+gga slid for
price on his head we waiting on the highest bid doe
gas a n+gga up like speedway
steady bending corners back to back like a relay
mizzle said run that sh+t back like a djay
shooter out the sunroof he do it on the freeway
how y’all got points ain’t never score
we was never wealthy we was always poor
how the f+ck he shot up he came up off the floor
dey ain’t let me in he blew the hedges off the door
ain’t no such thing as being to safe
all i got is color money stacked up in this briefcase
all that drip he ain’t wearing ain’t real bra that’s too fake
these unreleased it ain’t even got a due date
i told luh mama try one if she like the feeling she can buy one
pop 2 pop 3 baby pop 4 pop 5 pop 6 baby pop moreeee

- trapland pat lyrics

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