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traq santana – westwood كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n_gga would
(yeah , i wish a n_gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood
(yeah, ain’t all understood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n_gga , have the rook

[verse 1]
it’s already written have a billy in a scenes
we don’t gang_bang we a money_makin team
pour up, double cup , i ain’t talkin bout lean
3s up , run a muck , wit my brothers in my dreams
sh_t ain’t never what them other
n_ggas think
i’m the 3king, sh_t have a threesome
woulda been a movie but the blonde m one is cheating
froze heart , stab me i won’t start bleeding
i post up , shaquille o’niel when i’m feasting
knew n_ggas die since 5 cause i seen it
would do anything for that truck lamborghini
hoes settin n_ggas up , i ain’t trustin em
easy
missin out tic , then we up the degrees
duffy rollin up raw , steady puffin the trees
it’s 3t1 gotta grind for ya seat
we all gon shine and we all gon eat x 2
chillin wit wh0res they divorced wit they pastor
blacker then a horse on a porsche money faster
takin in a course on the force of a astra hole in a magnum , childish distaster
smokin og n_ggas speedin past nasa
tellin junkies that the floor is magma and laughin
p_ssy assassin , say she an actor lets put that in action
start a new swag n_ggas watching and jackin wit instant reaction they mixed in the match splashed on her face that’s my kids first kiss
imma trapper bumbag business fit and ya mistress say that she miss my d_ck
all black, bally on bouta take that risk
put the streets on wax , now the pigs want disks
[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n_gga would
(yeah , i wish a n_gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood
(yeah, ain’t all understood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n_gga , have the rook

[verse 2]
i’m from the 3rd , i know about struggle
zimbabwe the motherland king of the jungle
gettin this paper f_ck being subtle
you n_ggas too lippy my fist the reb_ttal
l!cking and d_ckin the kitty she crumbled
buyin then flippin my money it doubled
don’t like to wrestle you ready to rumble
you n_ggas too p_ssy to handle this trouble
wait did i stutter
i know your plug and the drugs that he cutted placebo affect everytime you be stuntin
jayto you maggot you came to the city my ogs ain’t like you you ran back to brissy
don’t be telling n_ggas who you be f_ckin
they’ll come in contact sayin baby let’s rush him
big man don’t get in ya feelings d cousins
i told her to swallow she just kept on suckin
overtime, putin in work like a russian
time equal money so f_ck the discussion directin the action you n_ggas are fruity fight over booty without any treasure you empty ya pockets to show her some pleasure i f_cked in the toilet as soon as i met her
i am intolerant if it ain’t cheddar
general n_gga , should wear a beretta
smokin exotic i feel like et
she got that booty i’m thinkin like jheeezz
i ain’t cb but this sh_t be too breezy
lmk
[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n_gga would
(yeah , i wish a n_gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player f_ck n_gga makin paper outta wood
(yeah, paper outta wood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n_gga , have the rook

- traq santana

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