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lirik lagu rip trayvon – bashfortheworld

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[intro]
(turn me up paris, turn me up paris, turn me up paris, turn me up paris)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
i told them

[verse 1]
ay, i said first off, rip trayvon, shawty
need a three strand twist by the two’s, don’t get my braids wrong, shawty
n*gga f*ck round step on my shoe, get blood on your tank top, shawty
i give a f*ck how deep y’all move, you can still get banged on, shawty
’cause i can throw me a jab then i end with a hook till them boys end up on the pavement
i might f*ck with his sister then talk to his b*tch ’cause the hoe fell in love with my fragrance
and i can’t even trick ’cause i move like a pimp, i ain’t finna give up no payments
she gon’ hop in the whip, she just tryna take pics with a young n*gga, finna bе famous
ay, i’m gon’ slide with the soldiers
young n*gga flеx, gon’ fly with the vultures
i’m doing my thing, i don’t need no holster
can’t give no dap, let them hang like a poster
’cause n*ggas want talk but still won’t roll up
twelve put the pressure and the boy gon’ fold up
i’m still keep the gas in my trench, my odor
still gon’ ball with that rock, no odom, hold on
[chorus]
ay, so talk to them if you gon’ talk better, tell them lets do it, ay
ay, pop out n*gga, don’t talk loud, the f*ck is you doing, ay
’cause we can’t stop at no red, all gas, no sled, gotta keep on moving, ay
i gotta get my bread, rather end up dead if i can’t get to it, ay
’cause we finna get it, baby
young n*gga ball with no limit, baby
i’m still sliding in that civic, baby
three point switching up pivot, baby
’cause we ’bout the business, shawty
this here just the beginning, shawty
we ain’t even close to the finish, shawty
we ain’t even get to the scrimmage, shawty

[verse 2]
shawty, i put the gas on the pedal
to go fast, i’ma smash on the metal
shawty, i want the cash and the bezel
shawty, i can turn bash to the devil
pop a perc then i up it a level
turn it up, make it hot like a kettle
i ain’t stopping, i ain’t never gon’ settle, ay, ay, ay
’cause n*ggas might think i’m sweet, til’ they ass get swept, we can change that assumption
if n*ggas ain’t brought no choppers, ain’t brought no partners, then they ain’t on nothing, ay
and everybody act real friendly, tryna give me daps when we up in the function
don’t even talk to me n*gga, i don’t know ’bout you
i don’t know ’bout nothing
where the cracks and the beagles
still know the folks put packs in the regals
still slide through, all black like a beetle
still keep the jack on point like a needle
i still mean*mug when i thug real evil
ain’t got no drugs but the whip been illegal
all black flag for the rest of my people
red, white, green with a big ass eagle, hold on
[chorus]
ay, so talk to them if you gon’ talk better, tell them lets do it, ay
ay, pop out n*gga, don’t talk loud, the f*ck is you doing, ay
’cause we can’t stop at no red, all gas, no sled, gotta keep on moving, ay
i gotta get my bread, rather end up dead if i can’t get to it, ay
’cause we finna get it, baby
young n*gga ball with no limit, baby
i’m still sliding in that civic, baby
three point switching up pivot, baby
’cause we ’bout the business, shawty
this here just the beginning, shawty
we ain’t even close to the finish, shawty
we ain’t even get to the scrimmage, shawty

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