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tripstar – hop out كلمات اغاني

[intro]
they gon’ feel this sh_t, this sh_t is hard, on god
(red dead, you so f_ckin’ bumpin’, bruh)
yeah, woah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
take a loss, get it back
park on the side of the trap (woah)
hop out, big bags (what?)
oh, you thought we was runnin’ out? (woah)
put a lot of packs in the suitcase
trap n_gga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
brick came in, it was duct_taped (what?)
every night, go to sleep with my ak (yeah)
bad b_tch diggin’ my feng shui (woah)
send off the money, i pull up at chase (woah)
sippin’ on wock’ and i pop me a percocet just to go chase it (woah, yeah)
there he go talkin’ his sh_t again (yeah)
there he go, he hit a brick again (yeah)
b_tch, i ain’t gotta go hit me no l!ck
trap zone, sit in thе trap and get rich (yeah)

[verse 1]
break down еxotic, i’m smokin’ biscotti
sellin’ biscotti, used to sell bobby
whitney gon’ spend all her money tomorrow
i’m tryna stay ahead just for the model
pray for the best, prepare for the worst
charge you a pound for a verse (woah)
i’m tryna re_up, these n_ggas tryna keep up
b_tch, i be workin’ the first (woah)
and i been broke before (yeah)
i kiss a pint like the mistletoe (yeah)
me, atm did the give_and_go (yeah)
circle the block and i get him gone (yeah)
dj finna make him a mil’ out the ‘partments
i told him i’m ridin’, i’m with him
quay, he gon’ break him a b_tch
and he gon’ hit me up when he land in the city (woah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
take a loss, get it back
park on the side of the trap (woah)
hop out, big bags (what?)
oh, you thought we was runnin’ out? (woah)
put a lot of packs in the suitcase
trap n_gga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
brick came in, it was duct_taped (what?)
every night, go to sleep with my ak (yeah)
bad b_tch diggin’ my feng shui (woah)
send off the money, i pull up at chase (woah)
sippin’ on wock’ and i pop me a percocet just to go chase it (woah, yeah)
there he go talkin’ his sh_t again (yeah)
there he go, he hit a brick again (yeah)
b_tch, i ain’t gotta go hit me no l!ck
trap zone, sit in the trap and get rich (yeah)

[verse 2]
got another line on the work
two, three phones ’cause a n_gga be workin’
need another sprite, so i got off on perkys
make another profit, yeah, that’s my purpose
trap zone, b_tch, so you gotta be cautious
two sticks on me, end up in a coffin (yeah)
exotic keepin’ me coughin’ (yeah)
collect all my money like an offering (yeah)
d_gg_n’ the wock’, smokin’ the runtz
backwoods, yeah, for my blunt (yeah)
pocket rocket, this a glock (woah)
my lil’ man sittin’ on the top of the block
pay him just to watch for the narcs (yeah)
make another play, so i keep me a clock (woah)
break it down, then you spend a dub on a watch (woah, yeah)
[chorus]
take a loss, get it back
park on the side of the trap (woah)
hop out, big bags (what?)
oh, you thought we was runnin’ out? (woah)
put a lot of packs in the suitcase (woah)
trap n_gga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
brick came in, it was duct_taped (what?)
every night, go to sleep with my ak (yeah)
bad b_tch diggin’ my feng shui (woah)
send off the money, i pull up at chase (woah)
sippin’ on wock’ and i pop me a percocet just to go chase it (woah, yeah)
there he go talkin’ his sh_t again (yeah)
there he go, he hit a brick again (yeah)
b_tch, i ain’t gotta go hit me no l!ck
trap zone, sit in the trap and get rich

- tripstar

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