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fuck yo gang - trapface-e lyrics

ayyyyy they ain’t finna f-ck with me after this sh-t mane. they already don’t f-ck with me

just like the ocean that b-tch she so wet i got money n-gg- f-ck a patel i be runnin sh-t i f-cked up a check p-ssy n-gg- he got caught with no vest
just like the ocean that b-tch she so wet i got money n-gg- f-ck a patel i be runnin sh-t i f-cked up a check p-ssy n-gg- he got caught with no vest
f-ck yo gang n-gg- f-ck what you on you ain’t bout sh-t you doin if wrong i got loud pack i’m smoking it strong money big n-gg- big like lebron smoking dead homies wait you got none softy from suburbs you scream and you run i got n-gg-s and they tote it for fun they ain’t bout fighting p-ssy you is done
stop all that rappin you n-gg-s be cappin you toting weapons but yo sh-t not clapping i got n-gg-s and they want all the action you bangin fake well yo life be subtracting my n-gg-s got guns and we shooting with p-ssion pull up on you running sh-t i’m a captain f-ggot -ss n-gg- you look like a jackson police pull up b-tch you tell em what happened
speed racer n-gg- what the f-ck up we runnin up bands we don’t give a f-ck tommy gun n-gg-s toting what’s up fat-ss n-gg- b-tch you growin a guy they call me trapface cause the money i chase
b-tch we ain’t legal we catching a case n-gg-s be bozos cause girls that they chase i don’t want s-x b-tch i just want the face
i’m chasing this bread i don’t chase a hoe money for me i ain’t sharing no dough i get the pack b-tch i get it for low that n-gg- not tough he just did it for show run up a check i got money like woah my money expanding i’m watching it grow i am a star cause the way that i glow n-gg-s be jealous the way that i flow
just like the ocean that b-tch she so wet i got money n-gg- f-ck a patel i be runnin sh-t i f-cked up a check p-ssy n-gg- he got caught with no vest
just like the ocean that b-tch she so wet i got money n-gg- f-ck a patel i be runnin sh-t i f-cked up a check p-ssy n-gg- he got caught with no vest
f-ck yo gang n-gg- f-ck what you on you ain’t bout sh-t you doin if wrong i got loud pack i’m smoking it strong money big n-gg- big like lebron smoking dead homies wait you got none softy from suburbs you scream and you run i got n-gg-s and they tote it for fun they ain’t bout fighting p-ssy you is done

- trapface e lyrics

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