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skrrt off - ayetrappin lyrics

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(intro)

yeah, aye aye (uh, huh)

yeah, hey (yeah, yeah)

uh, oh, uh, huh, no, no (hey)

yeah, yeah

yeah, i’m skrrt off in that range, (in that range)
uh, new foreign thing, (foreign thing)
yeah, we don’t smoke the same (smoke the same)

yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

(chorus)

yeah, i’m skrrt off in that range, (in that range)
yeah, new* new foreign thing, (foreign thing)
yeah, we don’t smoke the same, (smoke the same)
yeah, she love my icy chain, (no)

shawty so bad, told her rock and and roll with me
hey, pull up in a jet, she gonna shop at stores with me
f*cked her so good, said she could never leave me
but i don’t love these hoes, they just wanna go for me, yeah
(verse)

get your bread up
get your bread up
suckers on my d*ck
got me fed up

b*tch, i got it out the trap
movin’ packs for the low
got a molly and a coke for the white girls you know

when i’m on a xanny pill, i can’t feel a thing
and i just f*cked your hoe 3 hours straight
and she lovin’ up on me like we bout’ to date
h*ll nah, lil b*tch, i just need that cake

ey, that lil b*tch want gold
bad lil shawty on the road, ugh
we just hittin l!cks’
kick down your door, ugh
talkin’ stupid, yeah, yeah
watch me smoke his dome, yeah
kickin’ in that mas’, cause’ my bro wrapped up, huh

(bridge)
b*tch, i got a strap
strap in, i left em’ mad
i got a homie mad
b*tch, we flex like that, yeah
in the store pop tags
gucci racks and louis bags
runnin’ round with tags
take everything that my nina had

(chorus)

yeah, i’m skrrt off in that range, (in that range)
yeah, new* new foreign thing, (foreign thing)
yeah, we don’t smoke the same, (smoke the same)
yeah, she love my icy chain, (no)

shawty so bad, told her rock and and roll with me
hey, pull up in a jet, she gonna shop at stores with me
f*cked her so good, said she could never leave me
but i don’t love these hoes, they just wanna go for me, yeah

(verse)

ain’t no k!ller, but i never leave without my 9′
momma always stressin’, so gotta get my money right
ain’t got no time for that f*ckin’ lame sh*t
so i hit a lane switch, the i f*cked your main b*tch
i dropped out of school to get these hunnid’ thousand blues, uh
my new strap, dirty, and we wet you like a pool, uh
my homies gorillas like we fresh up out a zoo, huh
now we got these bands, yeah, we actin’ like we cool, uh

popped another xanny, feelin lazy
i can’t f*ck again, if you bad, then maybe
diamond round’ my neck, drippin’ crazy
300 hoes on me daily

(bridge)

b*tch, i got a strap
strap in, i left em’ mad
i got a homie mad
b*tch, we flex like that, yeah
in the store pop tags
gucci racks and louis bags
runnin’ round with tags
take everything that my nina had

(outro)
yeah, i’m skrrt off in that range, (in that range)
yeah, new* new foreign thing, (foreign thing)
yeah, we don’t smoke the same, (smoke the same)
yeah, she love my icy chain, (no)

shawty so bad, told her rock and and roll with me
hey, pull up in a jet, she gonna shop at stores with me
f*cked her so good, said she could never leave me
but i don’t love these hoes, they just wanna go for me, yeah

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