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trapquan$ - running off the strip lyrics

[intro]
aye, let’s f-ckin’ get it, n-gg-!

[hook]
making money, running off (aye) the strip (aye)
remember the times i’ve seen (aye) ‘em cops (aye), i had to dip (let’s get it!)
remember fightin’ at school, tryna keep my sh-t (what?)
and if you snitch, that’s the end of you, b-tch (well)
but, i gotta job, so there’s no more sellin’ work
remember the times, smokin’ grams of that granddaddy (dope) purp (dope)
b-tches h-t my line, yeah, them b-tches wanna flirt (what you want, ho?)
they just wanna feel my motherf-ckin’ girth, n-gg-

[verse 1]
aye, either on a sunday or a monday
me (aye) and bro (aye) makin’ schemes (aye), get that money (aye)
we was (aye) hungry (aye), that sh-t (aye) ain’t funny (aye)
we was takin’ ‘em long–ss trips like a runway (aye, aye)
tryna stack up, so i can cop some vlone (vlone, n-gg-)
lookin’ sh-tty, but i smell like straight cologne (i smell good)
when i blow the top off, i swear that i was blown
i got a couple bodies, no duh, n-gg-, i’m grown

[hook]
making money, running off the strip (off the what?)
remember the times i’ve seen ‘em cops, i had to dip (get low, n-gg-)
remember fightin’ at school, tryna keep my sh-t (b-tch)
and if you snitch (b-tch), that’s the end (b-tch) of you, b-tch (b-tch!)
but, i gotta job (aye), so there’s no more sellin’ work (aye)
remember the times (aye), smokin’ grams (aye) of that granddaddy (aye) purp (purp)
b-tches h-t my line, yeah, them b-tches wanna flirt (what you want, ho?)
they just wanna feel my motherf-ckin’ girth, n-gg-

[verse 2]
mk pearly wrists, shinin’ like some water (bling!)
and i got that juice, you know i’m finessin’ a n-gg-’s daughter (daughter)
i’m ain’t from down south, but all my n-gg-s slaughter
we high as f-ck like the brooms in harry potter (there ya go)
i be in p-ssy water like a p-ssy order
if i wasn’t fast on my feet, should i end up in a blotter?
she hoppin’ on my d-ck, man, i swear, she’s a squatter (aye)
she ride it so good, that’s word to my mother (mommy, ha-ha…)

[hook]
making money, running off the strip, b-tch
remember the times i’ve seen ‘em cops, i had to dip, b-tch
remember fightin’ at school, tryna keep my sh-t, b-tch
and if you snitch, that’s the end of you, b-tch (aye)
but, i gotta job, so there’s no more sellin’ work
remember the times, smokin’ grams of that granddaddy purp
b-tches h-t my line, yeah, them b-tches wanna flirt (what you want, ho?)
they just wanna feel my motherf-ckin’ girth (she wanna feel my d-ck, ha-ha…)

[outro]
let’s get it!
aye, aye, aye, aye, trapquan$!

- trapquan lyrics

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