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black rolls royce freestyle - joey trap lyrics

[intro]
yeah, haha
(akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder)

[verse]
i got the waves now, i’m on the waves now
been on the way
a n*gga done changed, wow
i had to get the bread, what more can i say now?
hahaha, came a long way now
came a long way, look, look, look, look
came a long way from the trap house
been f*ck the feds, knew the back route
i was sellin’ dope in the crack house
just 15 with the packs out
came a long way from them robberies
now i’m just woke in the robins
people, my b*tches is poppin’
we in the bentley, she topless
hit the bank, mission accomplished
i ain’t gon’ deal with no poverty, n*gga
i get to the bread, nothin’ stoppin’ a n*gga
i don’t understand how you’re not counting figures, uh
i’m talkin’ ’bout get to the benji’s consistently
these n*ggas can never sit with me
i got a pistol, it stick to me
i didn’t meant that sh*t literally, nah
sometimes you might have to throw away
i feel like givin’ some bread today
took out five bands and gave four away
hit the strip club, f*ckin’ make it rain
i’m doin’ well so i can’t complain
in the bentley, just watch how i switch the lane
n*ggas hatin’ ’cause they jealous of the fame
all the money, it come with a lot of pain
i didn’t ask for this, boy
might have to clap for this one
you n*ggas hatin’, they p*ssed, huh?
how is you mad ’cause you switched up?
i be in the benz with the rollie
i need to attend to my trophies
think i need to learn when it’s od
skrrtin’ on the curb, f*ck the police
skrrtin’ on the curb where the drop at
i’m skrrtin’ on the curb and i drop sh*t
n*ggas got a pistol, never popped it
if you say “i like it,” then i cop it, yeah
black rolls royce
i’m in the back rolling doinks
i’m finna need more points, i’m talking
i’m talkin’ i am great, so why the f*ck they hate?
i need to have more faith because it’s*
because it’s tough getting through to the industry, n*gga
these industry n*ggas is fake as a f*ck
i’m f*ckin’ with b*tches whos famous as f*ck, who is
kinda hard to keep some sh*t a secret
when your b*tch model for the vicky secret
got the same b*tch that’s on the poster tweakin’, look it
[outro]
chill out
it’s over, f*ck that

- joey trap lyrics

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