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lirik lagu westwood – traq santana

[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n*gga would
(yeah , i wish a n*gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood
(yeah, ain’t all understood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n*gga , have the rook

[verse 1]
it’s already written have a billy in a scenes
we don’t gang*bang we a money*makin team
pour up, double cup , i ain’t talkin bout lean
3s up , run a muck , wit my brothers in my dreams
sh*t ain’t never what them other
n*ggas think
i’m the 3king, sh*t have a threesome
woulda been a movie but the blonde m one is cheating
froze heart , stab me i won’t start bleeding
i post up , shaquille o’niel when i’m feasting
knew n*ggas die since 5 cause i seen it
would do anything for that truck lamborghini
hoes settin n*ggas up , i ain’t trustin em
easy
missin out tic , then we up the degrees
duffy rollin up raw , steady puffin the trees
it’s 3t1 gotta grind for ya seat
we all gon shine and we all gon eat x 2
chillin wit wh0res they divorced wit they pastor
blacker then a horse on a porsche money faster
takin in a course on the force of a astra hole in a magnum , childish distaster
smokin og n*ggas speedin past nasa
tellin junkies that the floor is magma and laughin
p*ssy assassin , say she an actor lets put that in action
start a new swag n*ggas watching and jackin wit instant reaction they mixed in the match splashed on her face that’s my kids first kiss
imma trapper bumbag business fit and ya mistress say that she miss my d*ck
all black, bally on bouta take that risk
put the streets on wax , now the pigs want disks
[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n*gga would
(yeah , i wish a n*gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood
(yeah, ain’t all understood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n*gga , have the rook

[verse 2]
i’m from the 3rd , i know about struggle
zimbabwe the motherland king of the jungle
gettin this paper f*ck being subtle
you n*ggas too lippy my fist the reb*ttal
l!cking and d*ckin the kitty she crumbled
buyin then flippin my money it doubled
don’t like to wrestle you ready to rumble
you n*ggas too p*ssy to handle this trouble
wait did i stutter
i know your plug and the drugs that he cutted placebo affect everytime you be stuntin
jayto you maggot you came to the city my ogs ain’t like you you ran back to brissy
don’t be telling n*ggas who you be f*ckin
they’ll come in contact sayin baby let’s rush him
big man don’t get in ya feelings d cousins
i told her to swallow she just kept on suckin
overtime, putin in work like a russian
time equal money so f*ck the discussion directin the action you n*ggas are fruity fight over booty without any treasure you empty ya pockets to show her some pleasure i f*cked in the toilet as soon as i met her
i am intolerant if it ain’t cheddar
general n*gga , should wear a beretta
smokin exotic i feel like et
she got that booty i’m thinkin like jheeezz
i ain’t cb but this sh*t be too breezy
lmk
[chorus]
i gotta l size satty wit the kush
off henny and i wish a n*gga would
(yeah , i wish a n*gga would)
you courtside hatin on a player f*ck n*gga makin paper outta wood
(yeah, paper outta wood)
let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood
remember days in the trap tryna be master cook
better crown me as king n*gga , have the rook

- traq santana

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