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i know - otl beezy lyrics

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[intro]
real trap sh*t
i know these n*ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh*t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p*ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b*tch n*gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b*tch n*gga strapped like osama
sosa, you made this b*tch?

[chorus]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (f*ck you knock at my door for?)
i got a b*tch if you want some more (want some more)
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke (broke ass n*ggas)
i’m in this b*tch with some bloods, some locs (suwoo)
n*ggas be p*ssy, they do it fo’ sho’ (p*ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (yeah)
i got a b*tch if you want some more
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke
i’m in this b*tch with some bloods and some locs (suwoo)
these n*ggas bе p*ssy, they do it fo’ sho’ (p*ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know
[verse]
n*ggas false claim and wе slittin’ they throat (f*ck)
i know these n*ggas, they moving too slow
[?] still moving some snow (snow)
i’m in this b*tch and i’m f*ckin’ your ho (f*ck)
i know these n*ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh*t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p*ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b*tch n*gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b*tch n*gga strapped like osama
go k!ll his partner, he turn to a rasta
play his sh*t, turn his head to some pasta
i know them n*ggas, them n*ggas imposters
[?] we feelin’ like shottas
f*ckin’ with snitches, these n*ggas be b*tches (b*tchass)
i’m in this b*tch n*gga with a ho
i’m in this b*tch n*gga pourin’ fours
i got a crip n*gga to the door
i got a red dot wit’ a scope (hah)
i got a thick b*tch tryna smoke
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be hoes
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke
i know these n*ggas ain’t movin’ no loads
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t bros
hop in the foreign, i feel presidential
she f*ck with a blood, she seen my credentials
i pull off the lot, hit plays in a rental
she suckin’ my d*ck, my stick in her dental
shootin’ at n*ggas then say that i’m mental
poppin’ a bean, i say i’m pent up
n*ggas be p*ssy, them n*ggas [?]
k!ll him, and k!ll who he sent for
n*ggas be p*ssy, them n*ggas [?]
[chorus]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door?
i got a b*tch if you want some more
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke
i’m in this b*tch with some bloods, some locs (locs)
n*ggas be p*ssy, they do it fo’ sho’
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know (suwoo)
walk in the trap, who knock at my door?
i got a b*tch if you want some more
i know these n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke (sosa, you made this b*tch?)
i’m in this b*tch with some bloods and some locs (suwoo)
these n*ggas be p*ssy, they do it fo’ sho’
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know (suwoo)

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