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Joey Trap

Darth Vader

 

Darth Vader

(альбом: Trapped In TV - 2018)


Aye
Look
Joey be killing beats It ain't no problem I got like a 30 Clip inside my pocket
A nigga be talking shit then I'm a rob em
They say that I copy niggas but they wilding
I feel like I'm Obi-Wan a nigga flowin
But nah in like Anikan a nigga chosen
I'm frozen like mannikins you niggas know It
You can not compare to a nigga boy you blow It

Every time I walk up in this I feel like a sith
Light sabor on hip
Beam with the clip
I don't wanna fuck girl
I just want the lip

I Woke up in it we live, we live
Niggas throwing gang signs, gang signs
I'm faded so I can't drive, can't drive
I left the force I feel alive, feel alive
I left the force I feel alive, feel alive
I Walk up in and we live, we live
Niggas throwing gang signs, gang signs
I left the force I feel alive, feel alive
I left the force I feel alive, feel alive

Joey be killing beats It ain't no problem
I got like a 30 Clip inside my pocket
A nigga be talking shit then I'm a rob em
They say that I copy niggas but they wilding
I feel like I'm Obi-Wan a nigga flowin
But nah in like Anikan a nigga chosen
I'm frozen like mannikins you niggas know It
You can not compare to niggas boy you blow It
I'm
Smokin on gas till that redi
I'm in a rari I sped by
I wanna kill all these niggas that's hating
So no I could not be a Jedi

Red light on count duko
She suck dick man who knew
Blue strips on like blues clues
I spit crazy bars no voodoo

Jay Blasting the "K" like you lacking potassium
Passing the latin bitches a napkin
They in my kitchen examining grass I'm the champion
Exercising that Gatling Gun, Gunning I'm running they panicing

Smokin on gas till that redi
I'm in a rari I sped by
I wanna kill all these niggas that's hating
So no I could not be a Jedi

Red light on count duko
She suck dick man who knew
Blue strips on like blues clues
I spit crazy bars no voodoo

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