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mdma 2 - ayetrappin lyrics

[chorus]
never ever broke, b*tch, we rich as h*ll
flex up on your broke, i could tell
f*ck up on your b*tch, yeah, i gotta ring the bell
h*ll no i’m not a lil yeat but i count up money sells
i got all them c‘s
lil trappin f*cked up that beat
i did it by my own, f*ck that i never needed a teams
f*ckin‘ on them x, b*tch, i’m the richest on the scene

[verse]
old gang asks me if he gets some money, i said no (f*ck no)
how you hatin‘ on me that you don’t even know?
i got money long and you keep yours on the low
i got my first show and i might have your b*tch front row
yeah, i gotta call up pasto cause he need to bring them packs in
i never made this much of money, i bring them f*ckin‘ tax in
i grab you hoe, i told that b*tch she can sit down relaxin‘
i pull up in that f*ckin‘ gle i put them tracks in, yeah
i step in balenci
yeah, i call up your b*tch, f*ck her hard, her pockets empty
heard your b*tch wan‘ grab my nuts, that b*tch just like sandy
pass me the boof, we high as h*ll, i think we in cali

- ayetrappin lyrics

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