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trenchkidd flame - why the fuck am i with you lyrics

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[intro]
(ah, ah, ha ha ha)
ayy, f+ck n+ggas know what the f+ck goin’ on!
big trenchkidd, b+tch! all that 2612 sh+t, hoe!
what the f+ck 2612 mean?
26 poles, 12 hitters, n+gga! (gang, gang, gang!)

[verse 1]
i’m the weatherman, no cap, i make it storm in this b+tch
n+gga talk tough, get his dumb ass flipped
why the f+ck you beggin’? go get a check, get off my d+ck!
if it’s pressure, let me know, we pull up poppin’ out them whips
we ain’t squashin’ sh+t, we gon’ finish what we started
got them sticks up in this b+tch, don’t get turned into a target
p+ssy n+gga flexin’ racks, but he really out here starvin’
catch him lackin’, chase him down, now his face up on a garment

[chorus]
uh, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
bad b+tches front row, tryna f+ck, tryna slide
trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
erry day a n+gga break a new code, i don’t know where these f+ck n+ggas lied

[verse 2]
i’m still shocked by hoe n+ggas doin’ hoe n+gga sh+t
so i don’t trust no n+gga, i only ride with my clique
if you ain’t gang, you a stain, we gon’ run off with yo sh+t
i ain’t fightin’ no n+gga, i up this glock and let it spit
big chops, big rounds, two drums, lay ‘em down
n+ggas talkin’ like they k!llers, but they really f+ckin’ clowns
i don’t know who gassed him up, but i’ll blow that n+gga down
micro draco loud as f+ck, when it bust, i clear the crowd
[chorus]
uh, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
bad b+tches front row, tryna f+ck, tryna slide
trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
erry day a n+gga break a new code, i don’t know where these f+ck n+ggas lied

[verse 3]
n+gga don’t wanna see this fully burst
hop out, chopper first
been writin’ this for two days, still on my f+ckin’ first verse
opps cryin’ on live, hurt, poppin’ xans, poppin’ percs
this the field, this sh+t real, if you scared, take yo ass to church
broke n+gga better get some muscle, grind hard, make that money double
baby opps tryna play with us, send ‘em back cryin’ to they mother
big trench a bad motherf+cker, that’s why these b+tches love me
n+ggas beefin’ with they own gang, i sit back, watch ‘em slump each other

[outro]
huh, what, ion know where these n+ggas went wrong
on gang, went wrong, ion know where these n+ggas went wrong
you b+tch ass n+ggas, f+ck n+ggas know what the f+ck goin’ on!
all that 2612 sh+t!
what the f+ck 2612 mean?
we pull up 26 guns, 12 deep!
ayy, doggy, what you gotta say, brudda?
ayy, man, i almost spilled the muhf+ckin’ drank, n+gga!
n+ggas ain’t on sh+t, dot com, b+tch!
we talk all this sh+t, ‘cause y’all ain’t gon’ do a motherf+ckin’ thing!
and if y’all want some smoke, pull up and get lit the f+ck up!
brrrrrrr! ayy, switches! brrrrrr!

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