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make it happen - trapx10 lyrics

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[verse 1]
everyone’s chattin’ till sh*t gets crackin’ when things start slappin’ i see man dashin’ six shot rappin’ i’ll keep on tappin’ score like mj, beat it jackson (bow)
trap for slappers and latest fashion, i stack for hammers and make it happen, do it with passion, i used to ration, now five in a week it’s standard
said that he traps he needs to retire, that man is a liar, the buy with racks spend a ten or higher, holiday madness, harry maguire (haha)
diamonds bussin, and my drips on fire fire, strip put fire fire, prior my life on ends, the wire
bricks substantial, the t’s n/a cause i knock heavyweight cause’ angle (bricks)
i ain’t no driver, i don’t skid manual but the reeko gets handled (bow)
jakеs try take my recess likе vincer cause’ a n*gga done randled
buss that like bro’s bussdown or my old bussdown take a trial and gambled
broski got rocks on his wrist, shotting rocks on the strip, nits can’t put his smackdown
everday get a brick of piff, bruk it down get rid, then i might go uptown
girl wanna f*ck now, they want pipe but i’ll bring my pipe when i come round
i ain’t going out for a chick, can’t line up the kid, i’ll buss now from my buss down (bow)
making a k!llin’ i’m chuff now, i ain’t even talking the rap p’s (no)
and i could have bought a rari, ain’t told spider, the reason i paid for a taxi (course)
had a 32 no kids, i was p*ssed, couldn’t saw sh*t tell two batteries (angry)
now bro’s got links for the machine, go half’s i don’t mind i can match p’s (easy)

[chorus]
most of these rappers lie, they ain’t trapper type or the slapper type (no)
trap ain’t the cappin’ type, i just trap and buy watching packs just fly (yeah, yeah)
light skin with a back and thighs, i’m a jeet that down till she satisfied (woiyoi)
drop on the opps get strapped and ride, beat that off till the mash is dry (bow, bow) x2

[verse 2]
cattys on man i’m like what for? (why?)
could be the image, nokia ringin’, weed i’m just slingin’, vv’s all blingin’, or cash i’m just flingin’, or louis v lignin
years back girls didn’t wanna chat now they cat when i busta rhyme on riddim (cattin)
i’m tryna arch and hit from the back make it clap when they buss they cooch and split it (buss it)
bricks, i got it, no cony gotta cop it (cash)
saw him on snap, left him collas, light green or i shot it (bow)
swingin’ them shanks like golf, leavin’ them murked if we slide in dingers (straight)
hit it from range you know i got aim, berserk when i stretch my fingers (don’t play)
[chorus]
most of these rappers lie, they ain’t trapper type or the slapper type (no)
trap ain’t the cappin’ type, i just trap and buy watching packs just fly (yeah, yeah)
light skin with a back and thighs, i’m a jeet that down till she satisfied (woiyoi)
drop on the opps get strapped and ride, beat that off till the mash is dry (bow, bow) x2

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