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trunks london - right now كلمات الأغنية

intro: uh (14x)

verse 1: spend it and get it back, like i got stacks
i got racks on racks on racks, but no tyga
f-ck her she scratch up my back, like a tiger
finesse her i’m talking the mac, like the laptop
and my shooter he totin’ the mac, he blow yo top
she give top and holdin’ the gat, that’s my lil hoe
i feel like lloyd, lay ya head on my pillow
d-mn shut the f-ck up! and choke on my kids hoe
she throwin’ a fit like a child, goodbye kiddo
play with the kitty like h-llo, h-llo!
was once a good fellow
now i’m in yo trap, smoking on good dope
walk in ya trap, and it’s not ya trap no more
walk in the function, a n-gg- real mellow
n-body want you, you lookin’ like melo
all on the sidelines, no side n-gg- baby
he got put on the bench, so no wonder he hate me
out of town b-tches, bad b-tch right from haiti
you just like gl-ss, i see right through the fakin’
can’t walk in that trap, i know you tryna bait me
can’t give you my love, oh no you can’t date me
i got a new hoe, so don’t try to save me
i ain’t saving you, oh no that’s a mistake
the great debate, you was the bait
who is this n-gg-? his head on my plate
he talkin’ real heavy, i made him my prey
and you dropped to ya knees, i told you better pray
then give me some face, cause you losin’ ya faith
and my shooter start spraying these n-gg-s like mace, these n-gg-s some mice
put the 1’s on, calvin cambridge “like mike”
i got a bad b-tch tattoo on my thigh
vlone forever on me ’til i die, you not my guy
you not my b-tch, give a f-ck if you cry
all the depressed hoes, give me a deep sigh
doin’ these drugs ’til, they p-ss out or die
that’s just the ride, that’s just the life
don’t wanna talk to you, smokin’ to vent
dunkin’ on yo hoe, like blake griff or vince
tongue out in pictures, i’m one man band kiss
one drum one sound, i got the nick cannon
got extra clips, and they shootin’ them movies
want my attention, but that didn’t move me
it’s still free tay-k, i woke up moody
go to the gardens, them n-gg-s goofy
i’m sick of the f-ck sh-t, ya momma gon soup me
on my mob sh-t, which designer gon suit me
who got beef with me? n-body gon shoot me
i’m really not worried, he don’t got a toolie
i had to school em, these n-gg-s some rookies
i’m hall of fame status, and nothin’ has shook me
what’s ya trish status, tell me who lookin’
12 ready for bookin’, [?] cookin’
used work for the bullsh-t, now i’m getting this cash
can’t tell me nothin’ i’m in love with racks
f-ck with my money, then you might get wacked
go to the bank and i just laugh, (mhmmm, mhmm)
go to the bank and i just laugh

hook: right now, right now right now
right now right now, and i’m laughin’ to the bank and ya’ll look like some clowns
right now right now, right now right now
right now right now
right now right now, and i’m laughin’ to the bank and ya’ll look like some clowns
right now right now, right now right now
(laughs), yeah

- trunks london

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