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ghost x c2 - trapping in the rain كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: ghost]
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this (used to this)
flippin’ all these packs, i’ve got used to this (used to this)
yeah, your’ b_tch she a baddie, and she knows what it is
p in the bag, ‘cah it got cold on the strip
it got cold on the strip
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this
flippin’ all these packs, i’ve got used to this
yeah, your’ b_tch she a baddie, and she knows what it is
p in the bag, ‘cah it got cold on the strip (yeah)
it got cold on the strip

[verse 1: ghost]
late night baggin’, i might roll up a spliff
five thousand in the trap house
gotta’ clear the whole [?] before the week’s out
trap so much, that my block is achin’
gotta’ keep it close, cuz’ i’m around some demons
5 on the b, that’s what the plug is screamin’ (yeah)
break down buds, and it’s bucks i’m seein’
pain in my heart when i lost my bro
we was young, we was trappin’, on our own
trynna’ get it back
h squeeze, whole ones, we gon’ get rid of that
my momma’s scared, she ain’t seen her son in ages
gotta’ change up my sim, put the pieces up for ratin’
still do it with my bally and my mask on
ridin’ time, my shooters will get your’ _rs_ gone
[chorus: ghost]
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this (yah, yah)
flippin’ all these packs, i’ve got used to this (yah, yah)
yeah, your’ b_tch she a baddie, and she knows what it is
p in the bag, ‘cah it got cold on the strip
it got cold on the strip
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this (yah, yah)
flippin’ all these packs, i’ve got used to this
yeah, your’ b_tch she a baddie, and she knows what it is (uh, uh)
p in the bag, ‘cah it got cold on the strip
it got cold on the strip

[verse 2: c2]
we was ridin’ on our own (on our own yeah)
fake n_ggas stay b_tches, callin’ up my phone (my phone)
now all the days, all i see is the fake love (fake love)
man i see it on your’ face, it come like makeup (makeup yeah)
come on test us, that we’re just getting to your’ brain, you ain’t ’bout stuff
trynna’ hit him in his chest, f_ck a nightclub
me and my n_ggas always ride dirty
got him in his neck, he lucky it weren’t the .30
still ‘been sippin’ codeine when i get lonely (lonely)
but you know, i love ridin’ on my own (on my own yeah)
i ain’t losin’ myself in my zone (in my zone)
stackin’ bread for my misses (mmm)
i ain’t stacking bread for b_tches (mmm)
[?] then grind for my n_ggas
so we can buy all of them triggers, yah yah
[chorus: ghost]
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this (used to this)
flippin’ all these packs, i’ve got used to this (used to this)
yeah, your’ b_tch she a baddie, and she knows what it is
p in the bag, ‘cah it got cold on the strip
it got cold on the strip
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve got used to this

- ghost x c2

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