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Joey Trap

SURGEON

 

SURGEON

(álbum: DR TRAP - 2021)


Hahaha
Ahh
Ahhh

Grown nigga, you see the pole glisten
I'm from that hole with it
I know niggas and you ain't roll with us
You never sold missiles
But we was out here working while you niggas out here watching
Told her I'ma surgeon, now yo' bitch is out here stalking
Aye huh
I know the feds listen
I think the meds kicking in
He want smoke and now yo' man missing
It's been with bands picking up
All them bricks and all them grams in it
They in my hands chilling and I still feel like I'm the damn realest

I know that you know that, he know that, we know I'ma doctor
I'm Tim like Tebo or Debo, bitch, money made a monster
Show you 'bout this automatic weapon we call "choppa"
It take a half a minute, within seconds you get mopped up
It's surgery, been used to burglary
I know you heard of me, this perjury
Too hot like mercury, this ain't no nursery
Got bad bitches shaking ass with racks up on the table
Mad niggas acting like they lit, but get disabled
Fuck rap, we don't do gimmick, not no fable
Love taps, they ain't even killing shit, we stable
I run maps, you was playing games and watching cable, uh
How you switch up on your brother? Cane and Able, uh
I been hustling for good, I'm out here grateful, uh
Boy, don't make me put it in ya shawty nasal, uh

I know the feds listen
I think the meds kicking in
He want smoke and now yo' man missing
It's been with bands picking up
All them bricks and all them grams in it
They in my hands chilling and I still feel like I'm the damn realest, uh

Ayy, 'cause nigga she call me her doctor
Drive a blue Benz with the top up, a monster
You was acting thugging 'til I popped up, who shot ya?
Mind ya business and live it 'fore my nigga drop ya
I been chilling and smoking, living like a Rasta
You is an imposter
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
She know, nigga, I'ma doctor

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