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e baba - certified trapper lyrics
the money came quick, i made it overnight
gave your last four quarters to this b_tch, it ain’t no overtime
they tried to play me crazy, well i’m borderline
smoke a quarter ‘fore it turn 2, it’s 1:45
and i woke up like 1:30, f_ck a b_tch off a head_nod, i’m a 1_worder
cutthroat, but unky cut_throat, boy that’s unheard off
kind of want to cut into this b_tch, but i’m uncertain
f_cking on this b_tch she got a kid, i think her son heard me
he don’t wanna hoop cause he opps they got her son nervous
762s’ll make you p_ss, now you just drop dirty
you too loose around this b_tch, you should have stopped early
2 phones, who this? you couldn’t call the first one
you so tough on the net, but he a b_tch in person
i’ve been on the opps bad as sh_t getting worser
i heard he went out sad, oh he a evan turner
told a b_tch to go and get a bag and she came birkin
this the type of sh_t you can’t make up, come see this sh_t in person
i can’t give this b_tch a job she came to be a worker
he don’t wanna say its smoke cause we take it further
if i tell ot(?) to go and pop he gon take your turner
i don’t know what type of time this b_tch on but i’m in a hurry
___b_tch how the f_ck is you a trapper you ain’t certified?!___
b_tch ain’t a 30 in this b_tch you must have heard a lie
you supposed to go and get yo’ get_back, not the shirt size
wop said he took three_10s, is that a 30,huh?
my white boy got a girl_opp, it’s commercialized
this b_tch dumb, i told her take a left and she turned right
this white b_tch ain’t used to have no ass, but it turned right
yo mans went out like a b_tch, but he was turnt right?
i can turn this b_tch into a hoe, this ain’t the first time
you spent your life with the b_tch, i f_cked the first night
this little b_tch’ll get to stuffin’ sh_t, i see them blue lights
he don’t got no motion post a song and it got 2 likes
he was beefin’ bout a b_tch,oh he a hoe, i told ’em do better
don’t ask me who is you, i’ll say i_t, it’s only 2 letters
you dumb as f_ck, that is me i’m it and i ain’t tag n0body
you want the sh_t? i can go and get it but they taxing on it
the city how i’m seeing bodies drop they getting wacked around me
you used a rubberband, but it ain’t cheese whats the wrap around it?
she wanna get high i told her meet me up at eisenhower
she said ‘i live this type of life’ she had to drive an hour
what the f_ck is this a lemon? oh you smoke sour
little bro 15 and he a felon from a dope charge
he say he f_ckin’ with me, oh he smoke hard
where you wanna go, cause we can go far
this the type of sh_t you got to know i can’t tell you
he’ll never buss that lil’ b_tch oh it’s celibate
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