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ktl - backpack trapin` كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
aye mane. a n-gga getting dough like dora of here
put everything in a book bag. (i`m too real)

[bridge]
backpack, backpack!
backpack, backpack!

on the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack’s too
anything that you might need i got inside for you

backpack, backpack!
backpack, backpack!

[hook]
backpack,knapsack trapping out a book bag, make fifty stacks over night from a backpack. lean in the front pocket, gas in the back. got the molly, the c0ke anything that you could ask

[verse 1]
i`m out here hustlin` while the dro boys strugglin`, young kt with the dope boys and them n-ggas thuggin`. i went to college… sh-t that`s college park. selling rocks thats yellow and hard. cooking dope we broke the pot, feds got my dog, young saint bernard. one 8 ball and baking soda. got them birds like ace ventura
paid 10 for the 12 pack they a dime a dozen. we some codeine cowboys my n-ggas always hustlin. i ain’t gotta sell that white just to get what i won’t. i thought my girl said i love her i told that b-tch i dont. i`m in love with that paper the trap made me famous. if a hattin -ss n-gga come to me he a stranger. we in the club shootingup, call us over head bangas. in whip running circles like the rings of ur-n-s

[verse2]
b-lls in my back pocket its referring to them eights. you need to get yo work front you know my patna got you straight. moving back and forth across town figure eights. cuz i`m trynna make a meal but i already ate
bj got no sense and he leading ty the wrong way. i`m trynna get them boys right but they don’t listen anyway. how else would it help if i didn’t help the right way. you go to work at night i got my posse out in broad day
street lights, stars bright, you scared of them cop lights. we see the feds coming if they catch we go start a fight
you know my crew they so real, i made a 1000 on my deal. its the last day on monday. i still finished still

[hook]
backpack,knapsack trapping out a book bag, make fifty sacks over night from a backpack. lean in the front pocket, gas in the back. got the molly, the c0ke anything that you could ask

- ktl

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