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yellow - trent the hooligan lyrics

[intro]
sometimes i wonder what’s ‘gon happen when my soul leave my body
what’s ‘gon happen when the gun go…

[verse 1]
one way ticket
i was made for more than party life and penny pinching
plenty women on my d-ck but i don’t ever put that over any mission that i have
these motherf-ckers want what i have
but my gucci bag is full of raps and i attack
on anybody brushing on my path
my wrath is like that of a mountain lion straight from zion
stepped of the boat and i’m new
if you on bullsh-t, i do not compute
all of that money, i’m still not amused
that sh-t don’t talk to me, what can you do?
you flexing p-ssy but p-ssy ain’t nothing to playa’s that get it
that let me know you get no b-tches
and b-tch i ain’t kissing on -ss for a placement
they hate me ’cause i ain’t complacent so b-tch (b-tch)
put it on my tab ’cause i cannot afford to be missed
how you in the streets reppin’ set?
on your homie, you snitched (you snitched x3)
and i don’t want to see what they do to you
you better run to the border or funeral
sit on that cubicle
ain’t that sh-t beautiful?
yeah i’m here
and i ain’t never leaving’ b-tch
you better let my -ss steer
or that sh-t might have ‘ be the end of you
i am the pinnacle
of what a real one do
sit on the block, hear the ‘cl!ck-clack’
better get back
’cause you packin’ a mac in the back of the ac’
screaming “p-ssy boy don’t want war”
but my pen isn’t sh-t to be f-ckin’ with
duckin’ quick
‘ooowee that sh-t was close’
i don’t really rap, i’m cutting throats
told these goofy hoes to take some notes
he got so much up his sleeve that they calling’ the ops and the swat with a tank and a glock and a nuclear missile to fire at will
‘bling-blow’ red dot, b-tch stand still
f-ck it i’m really thinking ’bout doing it big
like packing’ a tool and running’ up in capitol hill
and letting’ four or five off
let the led pop
‘fore i peel off in a black drop
‘pop-pop’
b-tch i’m off the sh-ts and often in a lot of predicaments where i nail the coffin in
“don’t f-ck with him, decapitation is an ugly way to go and everything that he’s cutting’ with is dull”

[hook]
yuh
i am what i am, b-tch
never go against family
bds on my flesh
i really cut necks
i don’t need no tech to k!ll you
i..
i’m feeling yellow yellow yellow yellow
i’m feeling yellow yellow yellow yellow

[verse 2]
yeah
my brother caught a body defending his home and his melanin put him away
my homie got accepted to college
an ebt card ain’t ‘gon pay that tuition
fruition is whati be putting my mission into hoping that i can pave ’em a way
slavery never got murked, it adapted
and i see this sh-t almost everyday
reagen put crack in the hood, called it a war on narcotics and made the fair skinned terrified of the ghetto
now trump in this b-tch calling’ war on the races and racing touring humanity
vanity surrogates sanity, i guess
as i look out the window i see nothing but a humanity broken and my chest feeling’ tight as a virgin

[hook] x2

[outro]
(crowd chanting)
“if you don’t believe in jesus christ, you will go to h-ll
believe in jesus christ
believe in the lord jesus christ.”

- trent the hooligan lyrics

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