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trap on fye - emac-money lyrics

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stuffing up dat bag
stuffing up dat bag
i be
running thru a sack
ballin like im dak
i be stuffing up that bag
stuffing up that bag
i be
running thru a sack balling like in dak
fiends in n outta the trap till da door gone
cookin dope wit a versace robe on
give a f*ck n*gga wat i dont owe nun
trap on fye like i left the stove on
trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye trap on fye

hoe n*gga keep yo drugs
i brought my own sh*t
n i dont need yo plug
i get my own bricks
broke n*gga keep yo bread
i got my own grind
won’t ever speak to feds
i do my my own time
(lil bitty n*gga) *adlib

trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye
(get down, ahhhhrrrr) *adlib

**********************verse************************
from the bottom to the top
from 50 bucks in a tin can
to 2 racks and 10 grams
to who on my d*ck next…
cmon b*tch i do this …
step up if the shoes fits…
yall fold in the clutch
like chris paul when u shooting
all on my own doe
big lit got his own flow
make yo chick my new b*tch
then skeet on my old hoe
you real then it don’t show
you b*tch and i know so
we raise h*ll like stone cold
b*tch don’t play wit grown folk (hoe n*gga hoe n*gga) *adlib
n u ca keep ya 2cents cuz im rich as f*k
already lit and too bent when i hit the club
these n*ggas hate on bullsh*t
cuz i run it up
mac sw*ng that pool stick get a hole in one
stuffing up that bag
running up dem racks
got a b*tch dats bad
countin cash
you ain’t rowdy f*ck n*gga
catch a contact
93 da gas
chopper blatttt
p*ssy wanna crash
i be for it f*ck n*gga
amiris on my ass
u can’t afford these broke n*gga
dropped 1000 grams
d*mn near burnt down the kitchen
bricks on my hands
when i’m whipping the chicken g
stepped down he ran
send him up when we catch him (yeahhhh) *adlib
k!ll the f*ckin game this the take over
gucci on my frames behind my shades rolling
said you want a real n*gga well i’m here shorty
sold 100 thangs in these air jordan’s
f*ck n*ggas not my type i never listen to ‘em
all about that gwap
my fingers itching for it
if you chop the whole thang that’s a different story
got real n*ggas that will burn you
and just get deported
and then bounce back
blow a whole once sack
40 on my waist in saks fifth while i drop stacks
cleaner than ac b*tch
maro sport with the top back
shawty neck great
she suck it up like a shop vac
been the f*ckin man in my city kid
tryna cop a vacant lot next to diddy crib
n*gga better keep it straight don’t do iffy biz
that 4*5 dessert e will twist a n*gga lid (ba, ba, ba) *adlib
real n*ggas never cross over
camo shorts for my dawgs cuz we all soldiers
i don’t play about my paper i merk hoes
no insurance in the glove box that’s birds hoe (yeah) *adlib
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stuffing up dat bag
stuffing up dat bag
i be
running thru a sack
ballin like im dak
i be stuffing up that bag
stuffing up that bag
i be
running thru a sack balling like in dak
fiends in n outta the trap till da door gone
cookin dope wit a versace robe on
give a f*ck n*gga wat i dont owe nun
trap on fye like i left the stove on
trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye trap on fye

trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye, trap on fye
(get down, aggghhwehgrr) *adlib

- emac money lyrics

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