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trapo - road lyrics

right right
right right
hey girl, where you going?
girl you, i didn’t get your name
i don’t really know your size and i don’t need to know your waist
i just got another route, another place for me to go, go
and i don’t know you no more, more
and i don’t know you no more, more
like i don’t know you no more, more
like i don’t know you no

road runner
yeah, well, heard you’re looking for a bag now
hooh ayy ayy ayy ayy, this summer
i will, yeah, searching for the bag now
hooh ayy ayy ayy ayy
i just been working and working and making sure all of my music is perfect
it’s perfect, ok well then let’s drop it and make sure they copy
cause i’m bagging dope and this sh-t isn’t working
if i want a mansion, a house in the hamptons
move out of wisconsin, then i need some purpose
i swear that it’s over when i’m taking over
don’t ask me no questions, don’t care who your mans is

sh-t now, all i afford is rent now
it’s time to board up my ends now
i hit the dope and that sh-t is so loud
i’m like girl i feel nauseous now
trapo the boy no doubt
i’m making noise no doubt
still wanna be that n-gga on the big screen, on the side of the sh-t
fire on my lip, i get high
running through the streets all day and the night
running with that heat on me, protection
tell ’em boy don’t play-ay-ay-ay, wow-ow-ow-ow
play-ay-ay-ay, wow-ow-ow-ow

they ain’t ever seen a n-gga rap this good
it’s a shame how i came in the game with my feet up shorty
n-ggas always facing the opposite way when they meet us shorty
and all they got is speeches for me
and i always leave ’em speechless n-gga
d-mn i need a ring, i could teach this n-gga
right, always think i’m speechless n-gga
d-mn i need a ring, i could- right, right

you lookin’ at me, what you want?
and adam and eve, they smoked dope
so you and your girl, and let’s go
and i got some dreams of my own
they whippin’ that foreign car and it’s still in a foreign
she born in the states, well that’s close
and i got some plates of my own
they all in the way so let’s go
they all in the way so let’s go
yeah, yeah

road runner
yeah, well, heard you’re looking for a bag now
hooh ayy ayy ayy ayy, this summer
i will, yeah, searching for the bag now
hooh ayy ayy ayy ayy
you know why

why ya, why ya actin’ like you don’t know me no more
tryna smoke all of my dope, tryna mess with all my bros, yeah
well we don’t mess with you no more, yeah
no we don’t mess with you no more, yeah

- trapo lyrics

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