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trapland pat - new jam freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
all eyes on me, i got ’em tapped in (duh, duh, duh)
on my way out, but i still feel trapped in
like a track star, you gotta run laps them
you can’t be cuffing hoes, yeah you can’t be cuffing flats then (duh, duh, duh)
pounds getting off like lightbulb
status had a typo, she bad, but she ain’t my type though
switch my black chick for a white hoe
and she ain’t got facetime, but she prolly got skype though (duh duh duh, duh duh duh)
slow the beat down with the melody
n+gga, what you telling me, boof got a n+gga feeling heavenly (yoom)
spring heat make her turn to winter (duh, duh, duh)
how the f+ck you double up, you gotta use a blender
he used to have weight, i can tell he got slimmer
and why i gotta pray, i’m a natural born sinner
cases getting thinner, gotta flex dinner
we ain’t have sh+t, bruh, i know that you remember
everybody actin’ lost now, know they got they nails crossed now
yeah, i still win, but i remember when i lost now
playin’ both sides, i ain’t with the crisscross now
hit her from the back, street sweep, i’ma toss now
28 grams, get her it zipped off (duh, duh, duh)
playin’ mr. krabs, everybody getting ripped off
game just started, nba, this a tip off
gotta sip a couple, you can’t let the whole clip off (duh, duh, duh)
[verse 2]
jumped off the b+tch, i’m the 6th man (skrrt, skrrt)
whip to fishbowl, gotta cop a tip, man
why the f+ck he got so many hoes, he’s a pimp, man
never call back, i can tell that he a simp, man
oversized load, this a heavyweight (duh, duh, duh)
tesla got self drive, i ain’t gotta navigate
money comin’ in, sit back, i gotta calculate
too much depression, i guess i gotta activate
part one, part two, part three more
made them tuck they tee when i slid like deebo
won’t shoot cracks right here, we shoot silo
bro really playin’ with the eagles like to
keep it on the hush though, slow down (shhh)
tell me why you in a rush for, i’m tryna tell you if it’s loud, we gon’ bust though
he got money but we got so much though (duh, duh, duh)

[chorus]
caught a link at a dead end
too much snow, bro you gotta use a sled then
she ain’t let me f+ck, then i prolly got the head then
like a bakery, you gotta keep the bread then
counting all the loot, this freebandz
this hoe be tryna chat me, so i don’t really do friends
i really got the money counter, i don’t really use hands
trapland song, yeah, this right here a new jam
caught a link at a dead end
too much snow, bro you gotta use a sled then
she ain’t let me f+ck, then i prolly got the head then
like a bakery, you gotta keep the bread then
counting all the loot, this freebandz
this hoe be tryna chat me, so i don’t really do friends
i really got the money counter, i don’t really use hands
trapland song, yeah, this right here a new jam

- trapland pat lyrics

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