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theme song - klass murda & benny the butcher lyrics

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[intro: klass murda]
ah, woo

[chorus: klass murda]
mike amiri (woo), you ain’t gotta what for my jeans called (facts)
flew to cali and i put my team on (i did)
uh, they say the trap need a theme song (the trap)
uh, i heard the trap need a theme song (woo, woo)
trap on my street, trap on your street, i’m with it (i’m down)
flew from the east coast, board on the west coast, i did it (i’m gone)
uh, i heard the trap need a theme song (what they need, murda?)
they say the trap need a theme song

[verse 1: klass murda]
i got your ho up guessin’ (what?), and i’m dior steppin’ (dior)
i told my b*tch f*ck a ps5, i need more weapons (brrt, bah)
all of you rappers get clapped (what?), all ’cause you thought about dissin’ me (boom)
we turn your man to a pack (facts), now he on sale in dispensaries (smoke ’em)
if i rap ’bout it, i does it (woo), this trap sh*t, i does it (trap)
i wrote this sh*t when i was on a layover, thirty pounds in my luggage
by any means, get ’em back to the bity
i want ’em all, ask my plug
and i ain’t never gon’ ask how many
and i’m gon’ f*ck up my profit with benny
and i still f*ck with the mail
if i gotta send it, i’m still taxin’
i ain’t your regular artist (what?)
when i ain’t rappin’, i’m still wrappin’ (wrap ’em)
i’m just a weed seller (seller)
it got me rich, i ain’t sellin’ no blow
reppin’ them three letters (rrr)
i’ma put on for it until i go
[chorus: klass murda & benny the butcher]
mike amiri (woo), you ain’t gotta what for my jeans called (facts)
flew to cali and i put my team on (i did)
uh, they say the trap need a theme song (the trap)
uh, i heard the trap need a theme song (woo, woo)
trap on my street, trap on your street, i’m with it (i’m down)
flew from the east coast, board on the west coast, i did it (i’m gone)
uh, i heard the trap need a theme song (ayo, murda, we back, n*gga)
they say the trap need a theme song

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
yeah, me and murda like blood brothers
f*ck a rapper, i’m a drug runner
my homie told me if he quit today
he could charge a hundred for his plug number
street n*gga, i don’t tell business (nah)
this the pyrex and scale business
on the fifty*yard line with the gang
now i’m doin’ nfl business
a gucci bag, got a gucci bag
and a little one with a chanel in it
all off mutt sales, n*gga (yeah)
so i don’t know what to tell n*ggas
when they cryin’ broke, better sell dope
try tellin’ jokes like chappelle, n*gga
treat the trap kitchen like it’s yale, n*gga
ain’t rich as us, then you failed, n*gga
[outro: benny the butcher]
a gucci bag, got a gucci bag
and a little one with a chanel in it
all off mutt sales, n*gga
so i don’t know what to tell n*ggas
when they cryin’ broke, better sell dope
try tellin’ jokes like chappelle, n*gga
treat the trap kitchen like it’s yale, n*gga
ain’t rich as us, then you failed, n*gga, let’s go

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