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traqula - boyz on the traq lyrics

[intro, shotgun w_lly]
pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
girl spilt drinks on my shoes but i like her
headed home
use a windshield wiper
tell her i’m not peter but i might wanna pipe her

[bridge, frozone (samuel l. jackson)]
honey? (what?)
where’s my super suit? (what?)
where. is. my super suit?

[chorus, traqula]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
givе it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on thе traq

[verse 1. traqula]
i’m a grower not a shower
but your b_tch has a [?]
i be gassin’ on the b_tch like i be rollin’ tacoma
i be rollin’ with your baby, go ahead grab the stroller
y’all be startin’ in the race but when i finish it’s over
you can catch me at the wood five, bustin’ all the tables
locked up in the spot like a horse in a stable
on a constant rotation on the daily sh_t
wouldn’t do this sh_t, if they didn’t wanna pay me sh_t
but it’s a job and i’m not a f_cking heart throb
ugly motherf_cker but my music is art dawg
hatin’ on me
“what’s up with this album?”
well this hit is in progress
but by the time you hear it, it be out ready droppin’
tryna live life and i won’t ever be stoppin’
and by the time i’m 35 i’m runnin’ for office
every single move i do is like a game of chess boy
i’m a f_cking king, and you a f_cking desk toy
stop
you ain’t even ready for the traq
traqula back in this sh_t
and traqula back in your b_tch, d_mn
showin’ no mercy to a punk ass
when this girl on my d_ck, yo i must pass
going harder than it was just to graduate
lookin’ for a girl who wanna go infatuate
don’t understand? grab a dictionary
you can’t understand this sh_t and say it’s arbitrary
got five_o_eight subs at the time
only 99 played my last track but that sh_t fine
going back to the future and call me marty mc_
fly
and all the b_tches they be on my d_ck
like i’m indiana jones i be whippin’
but i’m whippin’ them eyes
the model mpv, ‘03
got my name on my wall ‘case i fo_get
that my real name joaquin, oh sh_t!
i’m the number one man in my room
even when my room, full of homies, i just goin’ zoom
like a dumb b_tch, soundin’ stupid
one day i’ll be dumb rich
like cupid
shootin’ for a bad b_tch
livin’ on a rich hill
call me rich hill
hollywood hill
livin’ like i never sit still
always makin’ moves
never ever ever gonna cease
it’s a motherf_ckin’ fact: i’m a beast

[chorus, traqula]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now (aye, yuh)
give it up for the boyz on the traq (aye, it’s say cheese)

[verse 2, shotgun w_lly]
i’m posted up, watch a movie ‘bout bob saget
b_tch is mad, i called the boyfriend a f_ckin’ f_ggot
[?] only speakin’ f_cking spanish
d_ck inside a ceiling fan and now i start to f_ckin’ panic
go and ask a b_tch if she a hoe or a housewife
you already know the answer, it ain’t comin’ out right
if you ask me, i suck that hoe in her highlight
oh they offended
another line i gotta rewrite
ask a b_tch boy, what he doin’
no he chokin’ up
pull up when i move, i got a lot of people showing love
hit me on twitter ‘cause she see that i’ve been blowin’ up
half my city follows me and i don’t even know the f_cks
i don’t even know the f_cks
i don’t even know the f_cks
i don’t even know the f_cks
i don’t even know the f_cks
pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
girl spilt drinks on my shoes but i like her
headed home
use a windshield wiper
tell her i’m not peter but i might wanna pipe her
uh, so i turn on the tv
uh, put on a d_ck beanie (that’s a condom)
sh_t get’s real freaky
uh, i use my third pinky
sit back, watch orange is the new black
while that thicc b_tch gon’ suck on my nut sack
fun fact, say cheese, he got the best raps
vidcon stuffed a mac inside my backpack
run past, ‘cause the cops for sure won’t like that
run fast, canine is comin’ for my ass
quick cash, now my hands in tied behind my back
it’s okay ‘cause the cop, she had a nice rack
and…
i been drinkin’ lean, like, what?
eatin’ kid cuisine like, who?
you been smokin’ weed like, what?
yo girl f_ck the team like, ew
aye
whip out my small p_ck_r
talk sh_t, get jumped like it’s checkers
commit crimes but don’t got a record
curbstomp a b_tch in my skechers

[chorus, traqula & shotgun w_lly]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq

- traqula lyrics

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