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trap queen remix - jeffyyy_300 lyrics

verse 1 jeffyyy_300:
i’m like hey, what’s up, h-lloo
mr gettin bands, kicking open yo door
up this b-tch on fake n-ggas then they hit the d-mn floor
fly guy u kno how i be rockin anymore
i be layin u ppl down ain’t no range rover
i ain’t flexin i be stacking up my flow
perfect yo p-ssion n-gga u ain’t gon be livin no more
specie if i shoot u up yeah like i’m rambo
uh, fly -ss n-ggas in ya crib will lite u up no dance floor
and i’m in love wit my bby
i be sellin dough then come home to a kiss from my bby
and lemonade yeah ima wife dis honey
sweeter than urs ain’t no cuttin my bby
yeaaahhhhuh, looked in the eyes of my bby
i told her i love her i would die for u bby
yeaaahhhhuh, had that bag on me yo
don’t trust no n-ggas they walk out on u like a padio
door, yeah they ain’t real so u gotta watch them for a long time, let them go
ain’t no feelings on ya hoe
that was a mistake i got my baby ya kno (uhuuuh)
remember my back in the day when brother raised me in the slums back when
my og shot up in the kitchen
yeah i had to live up wit my kitten
fed her then i didn’t get no sentence yeah that’s remission
u gotta, find a girl who’s loyal n get her to stay around with ya
yeah treat that b-tch right just like a soul plane hit ya
but i’m happy wit my baby yeah and now my crew say “i wanna ride with ya”
kicking open doors n takin money they say “ion wanna f-ck with ya”
(boom boom boom)
closed casket when they say “i’m sorry for not believing yous a real n-ggah”
ay ha, ain’t no lies when my mouth open
perfect my p-ssion when i’m swerving wide open
yeah i be, gettin that sticky
when i feel offended i call up my bro n say “ay yo bl!cky”
i be slidin hollow tips in my clip counting that’s fifty
extendo when i be bustin out clips b
ay, and i be kissing my boo when i tote them tools
yeah she be on the kitchen sink
f-cked her n that p-ssy wet and u know that p-ssy pink
flexing ain’t on no ex’s yeah i be gettin green
ain’t no h0m- when i tell u i don’t smoke n ion drink
my baby just like me yeah that’s the motto ain’t no charlie stink
fighting if goofy ain’t got no tools, yeah just like a boxing ring
two things bout me: don’t f-ck wit me or my fam-i-ly
me n broskinem toting bannana clips just like a ape be free
ain’t no planet yeah them apes stay locked up in the f-cking zoo
you ain’t cool just cause u just got a boo
n-ggas hating throw’em in that garbage bag then toss’em like a fool
didn’t used to come alone yeah i had h-lla dudes
they stayed by my side until they broke my rule
(cl!ck clack, bahhh)
sonning u just like a daddy do
i’m so fly ain’t have no parachute
yeah i got it cracking no vegetable soup
like a loop i get lost fast no f-cking clue but i be k!lling you
my baby fine she ride with me just like a flashy crew
i jump on u dis ain’t no kangaroo and no pursue but i k!ll you n have blood on my hands just like one of my tattoos
my baby riding flirting she and me be fly like zeus
after that i be rapping on the mic, i scare u n make u tie that rope round ya neck just like a f-cking noose
ain’t no truth, when you lie just like a d-mn boot
for sale, like a d-mn root
ain’t no talking b-tch we shooting just like a f-cking group
(bah bah)

- jeffyyy_300 lyrics

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