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why the fuck am i with you - trenchkidd flame lyrics

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[intro]
(ah, ah, ha ha ha)
ayy, f*ck n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on!
big trenchkidd, b*tch! all that 2612 sh*t, hoe!
what the f*ck 2612 mean?
26 poles, 12 hitters, n*gga! (gang, gang, gang!)

[verse 1]
i’m the weatherman, no cap, i make it storm in this b*tch
n*gga talk tough, get his dumb ass flipped
why the f*ck you beggin’? go get a check, get off my d*ck!
if it’s pressure, let me know, we pull up poppin’ out them whips
we ain’t squashin’ sh*t, we gon’ finish what we started
got them sticks up in this b*tch, don’t get turned into a target
p*ssy n*gga flexin’ racks, but he really out here starvin’
catch him lackin’, chase him down, now his face up on a garment

[chorus]
uh, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
bad b*tches front row, tryna f*ck, tryna slide
trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
erry day a n*gga break a new code, i don’t know where these f*ck n*ggas lied

[verse 2]
i’m still shocked by hoe n*ggas doin’ hoe n*gga sh*t
so i don’t trust no n*gga, i only ride with my clique
if you ain’t gang, you a stain, we gon’ run off with yo sh*t
i ain’t fightin’ no n*gga, i up this glock and let it spit
big chops, big rounds, two drums, lay ‘em down
n*ggas talkin’ like they k!llers, but they really f*ckin’ clowns
i don’t know who gassed him up, but i’ll blow that n*gga down
micro draco loud as f*ck, when it bust, i clear the crowd
[chorus]
uh, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
bad b*tches front row, tryna f*ck, tryna slide
trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life, trench life ‘til i die
erry day a n*gga break a new code, i don’t know where these f*ck n*ggas lied

[verse 3]
n*gga don’t wanna see this fully burst
hop out, chopper first
been writin’ this for two days, still on my f*ckin’ first verse
opps cryin’ on live, hurt, poppin’ xans, poppin’ percs
this the field, this sh*t real, if you scared, take yo ass to church
broke n*gga better get some muscle, grind hard, make that money double
baby opps tryna play with us, send ‘em back cryin’ to they mother
big trench a bad motherf*cker, that’s why these b*tches love me
n*ggas beefin’ with they own gang, i sit back, watch ‘em slump each other

[outro]
huh, what, ion know where these n*ggas went wrong
on gang, went wrong, ion know where these n*ggas went wrong
you b*tch ass n*ggas, f*ck n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on!
all that 2612 sh*t!
what the f*ck 2612 mean?
we pull up 26 guns, 12 deep!
ayy, doggy, what you gotta say, brudda?
ayy, man, i almost spilled the muhf*ckin’ drank, n*gga!
n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, dot com, b*tch!
we talk all this sh*t, ‘cause y’all ain’t gon’ do a motherf*ckin’ thing!
and if y’all want some smoke, pull up and get lit the f*ck up!
brrrrrrr! ayy, switches! brrrrrr!

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