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lirik lagu traffic – 28av

[intro: soly wop]
then turn the beat up
now let me get that sh*t like we drunk and krunked (drunk and we run)
now let me see my car, what the f*ck is you on (what the f*ck is you)
i don’t give a f*ck, what the f*ck is you on (i don’t know)
cause b*tch i got my nini and you know it be home (it be home, ht made the beat) huh

[verse 1: soly wop]
and i can give a f*ck what the f*ck it be on (f*ck it be on)
and imma keep that chrome and we shoot it all on (shoot it all on)
if a n*gga got a problem imma send his ass home (send his ass home)
if you know me then you got me, then we going
zone n*gga, i’m a zone n*gga, i’m in thе zone (i’m in the zone)
in thе zone n*gga, get a zone n*gga, we don’t clone with ya clone n*ggas
ayy, actin’ fake
b*tch i’m from the 8’s and i been the race
all these n*ggas snakes, i see them shake (i see ’em shake)
i was tryna mob through up in the chevy (skrt, up in the chevy)
they actin’ like they get it like a mob better
i said my n*ggas really actin’ like we did it (yeah)
n*ggas out here, n*ggas you don’t know nothin’

[chorus: soly wop & 28av]
and you don’t know what happened
when you got up in that traffic, trappin’
no, (yeah, yeah) oh, no (uh, skrt)
[verse 2: 28av]
how you bust down the jets where s is (si)
hop through two 8’s on the h*llkitty (skrt)
how your bro slit, all you did was tell fifty (told on ’em!)
high ball with bands on head, might did it (bands on)
i keep a sack b*tch, no hoop
how your b*tch your girlfriend and she so poof (so poof)
how y’all share morning breath, that b*tch two dates (say what?)
how the opps keep dry clique up on two 8 (clique!)
keep one in oven like [?]
floss on these b*tches like two fades (28)
these rappers go tough on the cubies
white and black go, my wrist two fades (ooh)
shooters in the chevy with a chopstick (chopstick)
gucci on my face, need an optic
water on my wrist, that’s faucet
no little you’s on the bosses

[chorus: soly wop]
and you don’t know what happened
when you got up in that traffic, trappin’
no, oh, no (mm, mm)

[verse 3: royce the choice]
paper all over the table like a crab boil (spread)
my [?] have my back like a ramboy (yeah)
lightskin service smokers, i’m a manboy
off the backboard, tradin’ places, [?]
stay out of the streets, that’s what your mom said
n*gga icey like i fell out of a bobsled
joog eight*fifty, credit eight*fifty
still knock a n*gga cold like i want his cornbread, ooh
you blowin’ all your money from the concerts?
i’m puttin’ all my money in the off*shorts (ooh)
huh, some may look at me like i’m wrong
i may lie in your face ‘fore i lie in a song, girl
and you thinkin’ that i care if that’s your homeboy?
before he do somethin’ i’m thinkin’ he might get caught first
with the worsest n*ggas poppin’ at his poppa
steppas in the section, n*gga better watch his condom
[chorus: soly wop]
and you don’t know what happened
when you got up in that traffic, trappin’
no, oh, no (mm, mm)

- 28av

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