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big bank black - trap gawd كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
like the real trap god
and i ain’t talkin’ bout rap
i’m talkin’ bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing
f-ck this industry the streets still pay me
went down, i’m back up again
yellow tape up again
came up, went down, now we back up again
the whole mall, yeah we in there

[verse 1: big bank black]
started off with a quarter slab
yeah i did it all on mason ave
run the cars with a big ol’ pistol
big ol’ bar, get your sh-t stripped n-gg-
edwood where i was raised at
duct tape, yeah i made that
play p-ssy, get f-cked n-gg-
i gives a f-ck about a f-ck n-gg-
f-ck a luck, i want a buck n-gg-
f-ck them ducks, shoot ’em up n-gg-
send them dogs, spray them cats up
the whole city really masked up
lord knows i’m gettin’ this cake up
tell these p-ssy n-gg-s wake up
it’s a real n-gg- season, i got guap with me
money counter [?] we screamin’ f-ck them n-gg-s
p-ssy

[verse 2: guap]
young money counter went to mars n-gg-
f-ck this rap i got this sh-t up out the block n-gg-
i’m in the booth with a 20 on
bank said [?]
[?] got a n-gg- straight
you rat n-gg-s so fake
trap god of the north n-gg-
got 50 bags at the loft n-gg-
young money counter, i’m the boss n-gg-
[?]
i duct tape [?]
ride away ’til the sh-t slap

- big bank black

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