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tmoe tha great & gflee the god - trap star كلمات أغنية

chorus :

trap star

trap hard

fast car

nascar

count them bands rubber band then you bag em ay

count that cash shake that -ss for some money ehhh

verse 1: ( tmoe )

we hear they bussin so we get low

grab that c-ke and grab my keys tho

number one just like a free throw

steady cheesing while she deep throat

grab the money and then trees tho

we ducking action need a hero

where is louie with the heat tho

left the choppa on the seat tho

these niggas really came outside with no iron

they really be out here lieing till they die

don’t they know that it’s way to many homisides

can’t go nowhere in the chi and not fear for yo life

that’s not just talking tho

that’s some real shit

these people out in chi are here to pull it quick

it ain’t fair but they out tryna to feed there kids

they trapping hard tryna flip a couple bricks

verse 2: gflee the god
trap stars
rolling up fast cars
aye
ima get the money
t t tmoe count the hunnids
we gone pull up to yo kik back
c-ck my shit back then i shoot
put the money inna bag i only care about gettin loot
when i pull up wit that draco all yu hear is doodoodoo
and the trap spot was the kitchen we want cookin up no food
inna basement whippin yola
gave the goofys bakin soda
if that nigga try to rob us then you know them niggas blowin
we got og
yeah you flee
i gave em 3 for the 10 i feel like bibby
huh
my momma told us plays she like a qb
and we made our money off the ounces
that’s them oz’s

- tmoe tha great gflee the god

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