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$ traxx aka money traxx - do the most lyrics

(yeah this big body not a glock)
free the guys (i like choppas and them f+cking glocks)
gang!
(for l sh+t r14l)
money traxx (gang)
aye, turn me up

catch em’ rob em’ break his pockets lil’ bro do the most yeah (he do the most)
pack em’ stomp em’ run his wallet then i give a toast aye (i give a toast)
f+ckas plottin’ pistol poppin’ run up ima blow yeah (aye ima blow)
fonem hop out let some shots out p+ssy you gon’ float (fah fah fah)
yeah them hittas with me and them k!llas with me boy that’s yo ass aye (boy that’s your ass)
pass the semi, nah i pop the semi yeah ima blast aye (ima blast)
shake the city you can’t get up with me i move too fast aye (i move too fast)
this big body yeah i’m talkin’ glizzys boy not a splack (aye)

tote glocks and ar’s yeah so i love when it’s time to slide (skrrr)
can’t f+ck with my cousin right now he claim the other side (eeee)
we clapped at his show it’s no joke ain’t he a funny guy
he dropped to the floor and got real low like he a clumsy guy
locust and 14th aye i’m baby mexico (14 hundred)
money traxx these b+tches love me they know i’m next to blow (next to blow)
first one to play games with me i bet he next to go (next to go)
yeah he got set up by a b+tch next time dont text the hoe (don’t text the hoe!)
poppin’ guns i’m taliban
slump his ass like he off a xan
i’m movin’ round’ in the sprinter van keep the cooling kit like a ceiling fan
boochie gang b+tch i’m the man
living dreams like im peter pan
f+ck a hoe pass her to my mans hundred round drum but i don’t got a band (yeah yeah)
everywhere i go i just got to keep that stick with me (got to keep it)
never trust a b+tch because there’s a chance she’ll put a hit on me (they put a hit on me)
send some money to my momma come home you can live with me (you can live with me)
shootin’ like im curry when i cl!ck the 30 clip on it (the 30 clip)
red beam, your blood on red seats and now you leakin’ out (now you leakin’ out)
boy i know you snitchin’ in that room ‘cause you’re a sneaky mouse (boy you sneakin’)
remember i was trappin’ out my grandpa’s and i was sneaking out (i was sneaking out)
came a long way from that bas+m+nt i blew them speakers out
catch em’ rob em’ break his pockets lil’ bro do the most yeah (he do the most)
pack em’ stomp em’ run his wallet then i give a toast aye (i give a toast)
f+ckas plottin’ pistol poppin’ run up ima blow yeah (pow pah)
fonem hop out let some shots out p+ssy you gon’ float (fah fah)
yeah them hittas with me and them k!llas with me boy that’s yo ass aye (boy that’s your ass)
pass the semi, nah i pop the semi yeah ima blast aye (aye ima blast)
shake the city you can’t get up with me i move too fast aye (fah fah)
this big body yeah i’m talkin’ glizzys boy not a splack

aye yeah huh?
fah fah fah
skrrr!
gang

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