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lirik lagu certified trapper – e baba

the money came quick, i made it overnight
gave your last four quarters to this b*tch, it ain’t no overtime
they tried to play me crazy, well i’m borderline
smoke a quarter ‘fore it turn 2, it’s 1:45
and i woke up like 1:30, f*ck a b*tch off a head*nod, i’m a 1*worder
cutthroat, but unky cut*throat, boy that’s unheard off
kind of want to cut into this b*tch, but i’m uncertain
f*cking on this b*tch she got a kid, i think her son heard me
he don’t wanna hoop cause he opps they got her son nervous
762s’ll make you p*ss, now you just drop dirty
you too loose around this b*tch, you should have stopped early
2 phones, who this? you couldn’t call the first one
you so tough on the net, but he a b*tch in person
i’ve been on the opps bad as sh*t getting worser
i heard he went out sad, oh he a evan turner
told a b*tch to go and get a bag and she came birkin
this the type of sh*t you can’t make up, come see this sh*t in person
i can’t give this b*tch a job she came to be a worker
he don’t wanna say its smoke cause we take it further
if i tell ot(?) to go and pop he gon take your turner
i don’t know what type of time this b*tch on but i’m in a hurry
***b*tch how the f*ck is you a trapper you ain’t certified?!***
b*tch ain’t a 30 in this b*tch you must have heard a lie
you supposed to go and get yo’ get*back, not the shirt size
wop said he took three*10s, is that a 30,huh?
my white boy got a girl*opp, it’s commercialized
this b*tch dumb, i told her take a left and she turned right
this white b*tch ain’t used to have no ass, but it turned right
yo mans went out like a b*tch, but he was turnt right?
i can turn this b*tch into a hoe, this ain’t the first time
you spent your life with the b*tch, i f*cked the first night
this little b*tch’ll get to stuffin’ sh*t, i see them blue lights
he don’t got no motion post a song and it got 2 likes
he was beefin’ bout a b*tch,oh he a hoe, i told ’em do better
don’t ask me who is you, i’ll say i*t, it’s only 2 letters
you dumb as f*ck, that is me i’m it and i ain’t tag n0body
you want the sh*t? i can go and get it but they taxing on it
the city how i’m seeing bodies drop they getting wacked around me
you used a rubberband, but it ain’t cheese whats the wrap around it?
she wanna get high i told her meet me up at eisenhower
she said ‘i live this type of life’ she had to drive an hour
what the f*ck is this a lemon? oh you smoke sour
little bro 15 and he a felon from a dope charge
he say he f*ckin’ with me, oh he smoke hard
where you wanna go, cause we can go far
this the type of sh*t you got to know i can’t tell you
he’ll never buss that lil’ b*tch oh it’s celibate

- e baba

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