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​troopa (usa) - ​trade lyrics

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[chorus]
i get high as f+ck, and smoke my weed, and f+ck a lil’ b+tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f+ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h+lla guns, and h+lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n+gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p+ssy n+gga, this not a trade

[verse]
why these n+ggas call me “gang”? why these n+ggas call me “bro”?
why these n+ggas claim they doin’ better, but all these n+ggas broke?
gotta send my cousin kev a letter, put tears up on that note
he wrote me back, he said, “it’s now or never,” so i gotta put on
gotta count my racks and get my bag, can’t focus on these ho’s
can’t explain the pain i went through, now i’m lookin’ out for bro
she thick as f+ck, she tryna f+ck, i know what’s up, i gotta go
bring a friend out to the club, let’s get sh+t turnt, now take me home
i got wockhardt in this cup, i don’t sip liquor, i do lean
take my b+tch to turks & caicos, she get dripped out in celine
i got k!lla’s where i’m from, i might just call a uav
ain’t no handouts, n+gga’s fanned out
i swear to god, these n+ggas leech
hoopin’ like the nba, i ball like kobe from the three
shootin’ sh+t like gta, i got a g9 in my jeans
tryna f+ck ho’s, and get paid, these n+ggas lame, these n+ggas fee
that’s on god, he finna die, got blood on my amiri jeans
[chorus]
i get high as f+ck, and smoke my weed, and f+ck a lil’ b+tch face
i just keep it p, i’m f+ckin’ hoes, but i don’t know they name
i got h+lla guns, and h+lla chops, let’s go out with a bang
i got shooters out in antioch, and they won’t say a thing
i got different guns for every opp, so what you tryna say?
i got 30 on my jersey, n+gga, so what you tryna play?
called up twinnem, told ’em, “walk down, we gon’ send him home today”
we gon’ take yours, you don’t take ours, p+ssy n+gga, this not a trade



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