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celly - trvlrs lyrics

(chorus)
these n-ggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & i gotta run it no f-ck-boy no snitching , i’m running the bands its all in my hands money counter money b-tches and (?)

(verse)
i keep a stick like a band . i keep a stick like a band
yo b-tch looking bad gonna f-ck her in my bed
she gonna come and give me head, she gonna come and give me head
i be getting to the money now, i be getting to the bread
i be getting to the checks hoe, i be getting to the checks hoe
feel like a young hulk hogan, pull up and i flex hoe
bad b-tch trying to f-ck now, she gonna give me that s-x though
pull up with the tech boom boom boom hit you in your neck hoe
really came from the f-cking bottom, now i’m charging for these features boy, got a bad little b-tch trying to f-ck me but she a diva boy
i think that she a eater, i think that she a eater , get on the track and i wrap it up, like that sh-ts a fajita
young and really going super-saying , got me feeling like vegetate
got me feeling like i’m freeze , got me feeling like i’m freeze
young bull i’m a demon for real , i got this money i’m cheesing for real
your b-tch she sleeping on me , like this sh-t a temper-pee-d-ck for real
i’m on a mission, this beat hitting yeah shout out ti kw-ado
i just be getting this chicken , i;m trying to stretch out this bread like its plato
i came from nothing , i had a vision, i see the police i lay low
i’m getting women, my b-tch is bad she really looking like j-lo
big gun ,on me that sh-t look like its from halo
big gun ,on me that sh-t look like its from halo

(chorus)
these n-ggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & i gotta run it no f-ck-boy no snitching , i’m running the bands its all in my hands. money counter money b-tches and (?)

(verse)
you know i want my respect , i just keep chasing a check
immortal got it yeah its right on my chest, the power the money the s-x , forever we ripping the set
travel-gang yeah its right on the check , baby she giving me neck
molly got her in the bed, bust a nut & then i’m dead , trigger finger then you dead

(chorus)
these n-ggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & i gotta run it no f-ck-boy no snitching , i’m running the bands its all in my hands. money counter money b-tches and (?)

- trvlrs lyrics

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