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trav - 1 thing lyrics

[intro]
first thing when i wake up, 1 thing i’m reminded
first thing when i wake up, yeah

[hook]
a ho gon be a ho, i cannot change a b-tch
smoke so much loud i don’t hear a thing
family in my ear like “when you gon get rich?”
been so used, i don’t feel the same
n-ggas say they [?], what they gon do to me
bust so many guns, i’m so ready man
i live my life like it’s just two of me
i use these drugs, i don’t feel a thing

[verse 1]
lil n-gga told him stick to a [?], if we ain’t talking money then i ain’t a part
took a n-gga’s shirt [?] by the way apart
give a n-gga head shots, closed coffin
switch it up, 2pac the way i hit it up
lent a n-gga 20 grand, watch his head bust
i rap n-gga and i slap n-ggas
a trap n-gga and i slap n-ggas
disrespectful young little black n-gga
never had sh-t, but i wish i had a bad b-tch
with a bad whip and a mansion
beyonce fiancée
with a ak whole non tray and a hampton
told my n-ggas we gon make it just hold on
the other n-ggas they here but we gon show em off
imma keep rapping, let it prolong
n-ggas sneak dissing, watch em all go soft
you too, n-ggas is talking in the ear so i bluetooth
shots to the head, bloom bloom em
who shot em? who do? who shot him? who knew?
n-ggas talking tough but we do this
n-ggas talking tough but we do this
n-ggas talk that sh-t but we prove it

[hook]

[verse 2]
go tell em
the rap game [?] for sh-t
just cause everybody be moving they lips don’t mean they rap n-gga
every n-gga with gun don’t mean it clap n-ggas
every n-gga with a pack don’t mean he trap n-gga
tryna make a couple million off a rack n-gga
when i pull up in your crib, where it’s at n-gga?
money bag royce, n-ggas know we clap n-ggas
real n-ggas, we don’t f-ck with rat n-ggas
rolling, whip stolen, all my n-ggas is with me and we holding
you want to [?]?
all the bad b-tches, f-cking all them
let me out the kitchen, going all in
choppers on deck, call em “do this sh-t”
gun don’t matter, move the sh-t
40 off the top, that’s an uzi b-tch
i been looking for the bad hoes, coolest
stace dash, low learning
i been looking for the hoes just so i can f-ck em
i’m get this money out this motherf-cker
dolante west, young balling motherf-cker
motherf-cker, did you get that?
the young boys gone, put the sh-t back
i love playing b-tches, i love hoes
i like money, i like drawers

[hook]

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