trump - a9nikz, a92 & a92 ao lyrics
[intro]
[?] to the world and back
yo
[verse 1]
slide ’round there on wheels, we’re hawking him down like steve
huh, i ain’t no tattoo artist, forearm, ching man, give him a sleeve
we do not indulge in s*xism, yes, these bullets can rip through weaves
i pray santy buss me two .44s like christmas eve
[verse 2]
shawty wan’ face me and her best mates got back
know what they say, practice makes perfect, lil’ bro, go test that wap
backed out shank, prolly thought i was scared of the shank, don’t try do samurai jack
then he came back and he said thеy were sending corn, ‘coursе we gon’ send that back (bap, bap)
[chorus]
how much for the mash? everyone put two in, then slap two in a pump
and the plug just called now, i’m stuck in the white house, right now i’m feeling like trump
b*tch, my cats keep asking for pics of the crop, but these pics can’t go in my insta dump
i just send ’em ot with the pack and put him to work like sherman clump
[verse 3]
look, would you still give chat if we come gun blazin’ to the gaff you’re staying in?
man thought he was a jackboy went ’round staining till a zk stained him
the t house don’t deficit, we ain’t cutting down food, man’s still weight gaining
and if they play opps songs when the gangs in the cut, huh, course we gon’ cause some mayhem
how much for the mash? i ain’t worried ’bout that inflation, never affect my batch, huh
don’t get wooshed in your six*pack, wear your shin guards when you play this match
you can get flogged, don’t reach for my cuban, i’d rather go jail ‘fore my chain gets sn*tched
‘crylic nails and asmr, tell me all the times that your guys been scratched
[verse 4]
they ain’t gotta ask for a man’s cv ‘cah i trapped from block to block (haha)
they, and they ain’t gotta ask if the weed tt ‘cah it’s loud like jurgen klopp (boom, boom)
janitor thing, bro came with a hoover, so we’re cleaning lots
and big t just dropped me the stock, now i see the young boys all setting up shop (they gone)
how much times have i whipped this beemer? i’ve done like a thousand miles
if i check my vault, probably got like a thousand files (files)
they asked if i chose this life said no like simon cowell (cowell)
got married to the game, but my fiends still walk down the aisle
[chorus]
how much for the mash? everyone put two in, then slap two in a pump
and the plug just called now, i’m stuck in the white house, right now i’m feeling like trump
b*tch, my cats keep asking for pics of the crop, but these pics can’t go in my insta dump
i just send ’em ot with the pack and put him to work like sherman clump
[verse 5]
when i got bagged i was p*ssed at myself
even mumzy try say it weren’t me
but she ain’t know i was out on the block and rolled with the rock ac/dc, huh
i never banged cc ‘cah you nah say my weed tt
why would i rob man for his p when i can get that same dough from a fiend?
five man in this golf, pray feds don’t ask for an nct
the mash cost me and arm and leg, soon man might turn to an amputee
but the ting was bruck and it had more bells than a christmas tree
i threw my young boy his first rack, said i don’t wanna hear ’bout shopping spree
[verse 6]
how you garn say we don’t drill? been doing up cone to cone
and if you want talk ’bout trap, got keys like xylophone
told, told homegirl tone your a** if you wanna back this bone
‘cah if you get nailed by me, you gon’ need way more than acetone
lost one mash, but i feel like charlie, i got 1 xtra, fire in the booth (boom, boom)
man do it like ao, beaters get bussed on yutes
i really do cl!ck and collect with my youngers ‘cah they trust me and i trust me too
i told k1 it’s payday, i dropped two o’s to the left of the t like spelling out zoot
[verse 7]
spelling out zoot, only god knows what’s wrong with the yute
and i still sent a few packs ’round there, o’s right to the b like you’re tryna spell boo
bro just said that he let somethin’ run last night, but it weren’t you know who
said that the shipment came, now he got the game in a headlock, no von flue, b*tch
[outro]
how much for the mash? everyone put two in, then slap two in a pump
then slap, then slap two in a pump
white house, right now i’m feeling like trump, trump
cats keep asking for pics of the crop, but these pics can’t go in my insta dump, dump
i just send ’em ot with the pack and put him to work like sherman clump
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