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trophies - white caucus lyrics

[intro]

trophies instrumental
shout out to drake
i mean, he was on this song first so
props to him

[verse 1: white caucus]
i been making all this money
trophies stacked high man this sh-t ain’t even funny
carrots for these hoes cause you know that they be bunnies
nose stuffed like my wallet yeah i keep it running
i ain’t ever flex but bet that i be stuntin
hatin all these b-tches h-lla fine so they frontin
they ain’t getting sh-t though
no attention
we just getting bills though
did i mention?
act up, put your -ss in detention
troubled kid, but he fighting like he fencing
already know was what’s up
so im sensing that we ’bout to bring the cents in
benjis circulating man this sh-t feels illegal
we just write the story man, f-ck a prequel
but they always want more so we give them sequels
im just trying to stay in the air like some seagulls

[hook]

get the money
then the honey
yea we keep it simple

[verse 2: bdn]
im on my healthy sh-t like i’m on a f-cking diet
people going crazy, like a f-cking riot
mess with us one eye missing like a pirate
nah i’m not playing, we always violent
man stay silent
your chick come to me when she feel like crying
but i’m in this motherf-cker no shirt no shoes
just watching cartoons
like blues clues
white and black alliance
like ying yang, sharp like some fangs
yea we roll deep but we ain’t no d-mn gang
man my knee bugs
i need some paink!lling
this sh-t is evil man, like some d-mn villains
i just stay high, so high to the ceiling
put the team on my back i’m so clutch
told her take a shower, this chick smells like rust-y
oh, man, i got to pee…

[hook]

[verse 3: pesty knight]

yea, you know me man

its spelled p-a-t-a and i’m on some real sh-t
not to get confused, i don’t do cigarettes
coming last on this beat like a motherf-cking anchor
in this 4×4, someones missing, f-cking ranker
spitting these f-cking flows like i’m the bees knees
your b-tch go down, i don’t have to say please
a message for the ones who have trouble racing me
get your spikes, pack your sh-t, and just flee the scene
it’s funny how i beat these dudes no easily
flying high as a kite with my boy dario
when we cook some vegetables
everything is in slow-mo
in your back like
pra-puh-pra
leave you burnt like a f-cking capranica
acting up on the beat so they call me a brat
i’m just trying to chill with asian girls keeping it flat
my rap game perfect 2400, on the motherf-cking sat

[hook]

- white caucus lyrics

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