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Joey Trap

SNOW... IN CALI

 

SNOW... IN CALI

(album: Playlist For The End Of The World - 2020)


When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma

Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from We, I love commas

Bitch I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent but
He was just chilling at home young recliner
Watch me laugh to the bank it's hilarious
Put the world on my back watch me carry this
Fuck my new asian bitch she Aquarius
Put the racks in the ground bitch I burried it
Rest in piece Benjamin bitch I'm very rich
3 niggas 6 guns this scary shit
Matter fact audi red like the cherry's is

When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma

Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from We, I love commas

Niggas be hating I don't give a fuck tho
I seen ya hoe but I heard she a slut tho
Woah

When I walk out the bank I be counting my cash
You see a young nigga just know I be splashing
My diamonds water same color my aston
Yo yo
I'm smoking purp with them pumps in my mansion
I'm off a perc so I hope I don't crash it
Ok
Not talking cash nigga no way
I don't wan talk if it's not bouta cash
You swear you want problems go worry bouta bag
This Dior from Paris might fly out to France
You play too much pussy go play with them bands
The world almost over so start armada
It's raining in Cali of course I wore Prada
Feds try to catch me I ain't saying nada, zip

If shit get crazy I shout out my shotta
Yo
Yo
I just skirt off the lot in a new bently truck with the tints fuck you thought I threw rims on em
I be worried bout my bag not a bitch if you think ima slip I got chops with the things on em
My clip banana go ape
All my shooters some killers with bape
We just set up his block put the tape on it
She fuck with the team just to taste on us

When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma

Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from We, I love commas

Bitch I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent bruh

When I was 18 told my momma we'll never be hungry again

We ain't been hungry since then

It's snowing in Cali now
I brought the snow out to Cali now

done

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