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Joey Trap

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London

(الألبوم: From The Back - 2022)


Ooh
Mmm
Nigga
London pound cake 75 nigga
I'm out in London I'm smoking on London
Baik roll that gas up
Gelato

Ah
Nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya bitch in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh
I was just bagging up
Uh uh uh

I was just bagging up grams
And I played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam

Ooh ooh

I give hope to the streets man I feel like a preacher
Man the engine so loud swear the rari a creature
I know you want to cuff me but bitch you a treesha
Nigga if you got no money don't ask for no feature
I might just get a foreign bitch a new visa
Uh uh

Nigga
Aye
Racks, Benji's
Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece
Why you leaving your bitch alone nigga don't tempt me
You was sleep in your home
She throw top in a benzy
Nigga don't want smoke
Shots till it's empty

I stay with a choppa nigga call me chopo
Smoking on super sour grape gelato
I'm always wining go check the score I feel like Fabo
Bitch I'm the plug like I'm Escobar call me Pablo nigga

Woah

Nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya bitch in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh

I was just banging up
Uh uh uh

I was just bagging up grams
And I played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I'm out in London I'm thumbing up bands

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