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fbg young - true trapper كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i don’t like you flaky_ass rappers, what?
uh, fake_ass trapper
bluffin’, bussin’ fake choppers
godumb

[chorus]
i don’t like you flaky_ass rappers
i’ll f_ck your b_tch ’cause i’m a trapper (trap, trap, trap, trap)
them margiela’s buffoon, cap, n_ggas cappin’
i eat, sh_t, sleep with automatics (do_do_do, do_do_do, woah)
spent your rent on a b_tch fashion
i heard it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah, we gettin’ it and we got it)
new louis bag, yeah, she got it (yeah, yeah)
gas bags came sealed (godumb), that’s how we got it (huh?)
[verse 1]
rubberband band ya (yeah)
flex so hard, can’t stand you (yeah)
need some gwop, my hands itch (huh?)
stuff it ’til it can’t fit (woah)
d_ck so big, it can’t fit (woah)
ain’t no b_tch i can’t hit
ain’t nowhere i can’t trap
i can’t rap, b_tch, this ain’t rap (what?)
sell a pound in a day (what?)
smoke a pound every day (woah)
f_cked that b_tch from the back (yeah, yeah)
’cause i hate to see her face (yeah)
balenciaga’s, f_ck margiela’s (swag)
i been swaggin’ since ya met me (swag)
keep my gun, that’s wherever (do_do_do)
catch me lackin’, that’s a never (dah, dah, dah)
headshot, face shot, back shot, stretch him (huh?)
arm shot, leg shot, chest shot, wet him
i ain’t make a dollar off rap (facts)
b_tch, i eat, sleep, sh_t in the trap (facts)
so hard, why you flexin’ like that? (how i’m flexin’? flexin’ hard)

[chorus]
i don’t like you flaky_ass rappers
i’ll f_ck your b_tch ’cause i’m a trapper (trap, trap, trap, trap)
them margiela’s buffoon, cap, n_ggas cappin’
i eat, sh_t, sleep with automatics (do_do_do, do_do_do, woah)
spent your rent on a b_tch fashion
i heard it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah, we gettin’ it and we got it)
new louis bag, yeah, she got it
gas bags came sealed, that’s how we got it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
i got double ds (chops), just them hundred_shot drums (chops)
i got handguns ’cause i grew up in the slums
you ain’t got no funds (no), bein’ broke was never fun (no)
i never sold a zip until my daddy gave me one (trap)
quarterback, uh_huh, i be catchin’ plays (huh?)
everything gettin’ flushed if tow truck tryna raid (uh)
off my ass are balmain’s and i stuff ’em with them bands, n_gga
runnin’ through that money, paper cuts all on my hands, n_gga
tooka gang, we walk up gang (tooka gang)
that’s ruger gang, ain’t playin’ with you (tooka gang)
mello ballin’ hard and i ain’t see a deal
they love you when it’s beneficial
when you broke, ain’t f_ckin’ witcha (facts)
flaky_ass rappers, i ain’t f_ckin’ witcha (facts)

- fbg young

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