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mgm lett - trap or die كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(vicasso on another one)
(sephgotthewaves)

[pre_chorus: mgm lett]
athletic n_gga in them streets, now he done missed the league
he stickin’ n_ggas up to the wall like he playin’ blitz: the league
if money grew on trees in fall, i wouldn’t miss a leaf
i’m focused on bein’ focused, stayin’ consistently

[chorus: mgm lett]
trap or die, n_gga, all i know, i feel like jeezy
i survived, n_gga, out that jungle, it wasn’t easy
if he try, it’s gon’ be a murder, peezy
rockabye, baby, say them drugs got her sleepy
n_gga tried to spin my block, came to a dead end
if i wanted that boy dead, when i seen him, he would’ve been dead then
feel like uzi, been countin’ dead friends
i’m just pourin’ out this drank for my dead friends, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: mgm lett]
made my own wave, n_gga, like a brush
a n_gga play, we gon’ get his ass touched
’cause it’s mandatory rules up in the hood
a n_gga hit you, hit him back, and that’s a must, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: xae hardawae]
i’ve been runnin’ from satan for some months now
they say, “xae, how you come up with all these punchlines?”
i been beatin’ up this lean, all i do is punch lines
i been walkin’ through the rain, waitin’ on sunshine, yeah
poppin’ these addys, tryna stay up
we gon’ get at it, tryna play us
just want your mouth, don’t wanna lay up
me and this money never break up
mmm, like woo, i’m just plottin’ on a l!ck
bro, you better not move, ’cause we gon’ split a n_gga’s sh_t
thousand_dollar shoes, remember i ain’t have sh_t
we never went by the rules, we was just tryna get rich, yeah

[verse 3: mazzeratti duke]
i’m screamin’ murder, i’m screamin’ red rum
we gon’ pull up on your block and we gon’ lay it down
they sent my n_ggas up the road, so i been takin’ fours down
more money than your daddy at fourteen, guess i’m a grown child
it’s blood on his shirt and he lost his life, but this ain’t red dead
my n_ggas pull up on your block and shoot, they don’t need no assist
pull up with them sticks like call of duty, you ain’t even know exist
have a n_gga spazzin’ out like he took a roofy, he ain’t even know what hit him
[verse 4: mgm lett]
red bag, car drivin’ too fast, i guess god tellin’ me to slow down
i ain’t seen that n_gga yet, but when i see him, it’s gon’ go down
i get high as f_ck and then i dip, still call me low_down
when she get mad, buy her a bag or somethin’
when n_ggas be sayin’ they trappin’, i’m thinkin’ they talkin’ ’bout bags or somethin’
these n_ggas ain’t got no weight for real, must be servin’ grams or somethin’
i told that lil’ ho lock her phone, she might add me on the ‘gram or somethin’
i made that ho get out my home, she must thought she was stayin’ or somethin’

[pre_chorus: mgm lett]
athletic n_gga in them streets, now he done missed the league (vicasso on another one)
he stickin’ n_ggas up to the wall like he playin’ blitz: the league
if money grew on trees in fall, i wouldn’t miss a leaf
i’m focused on bein’ focused, stayin’ consistently

- mgm lett

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