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trenchbaby - invite only lyrics

[intro: trenchbaby]
clout, clout, clout, clout (uh)
just the richest g+ngb+nger, uh
(thanks zachary)
(tee’d this b+tch up, tone)
uh, uh

[chorus: trench baby]
dracos, mac’s, and xds, benji go wild, we gon’ wake up the neighbors (grrra)
one up top in this bl!ck, i ain’t gotta c+ck this b+tch, know it’s one in the chamber
lil’ boy wanted clout, now his ass famous
we k!ll him now, don’t care ’bout no later
now she wanna f+ck on the richest g+ngb+nger
but it’s merched on the gang, i don’t love no lady
we in the back of the maybach, that b+tch a mercedes
ain’t pullin’ over, they gon’ have to chase me (grra)
fn like a chopper, that b+tch got a safety
came shootin’ at his crib, now his crib look vacant (grra, grra)
.45 get to shootin’, now he friеd like bacon
b+tch, i’m a trench baby, can sense when it’s dangerous
and if she won’t f+ck, then the gang won’t make her (uh)
and the way we at home, b+tch, we ball like the lakers (grra, grra)
[verse 2: polo g]
it’s lil cap’ and lil trench, who gon’ come after us?
glock perform and he wrappin’ sh+t up
they gon’ need your height for a coffee we scorin’ like bosses, you ever start sizin’ him up
new pipes, bodies, and back end’s
hoes doin’ backbends, we just keep addin’ sh+t up
he like to diss when we rappin’
we catch him lackin’, we just gon’ clap him to dust
h+ll nah, i ain’t cappin’ ’bout sh+t, evergreen where i’m stamped
why the f+ck would i lie to you n+ggas
flow+through the ‘raq, in them ‘burbans
cali’s and foreign’s, we like to ride with them bl!ckers
we got that call on the e+way, foenem start swervin’
we out in traffic, go get him
it be the n+ggas who like sneak dissin’ the hood
they’ll see me and they ask for a picture
f+ck you mad ’bout, a handout or something?
you don’t like all these bands that i’m thumbin’
oh he prob’ just mad i ain’t front him
he can’t say that he ran off with nothin’
seventeen on the race to a million
slow grind everyday, i was huntin’
now if i want ’em dead, they slump em’
he got caught with his pants down, runnin’ (uh, uh)

- trenchbaby lyrics

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