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Trauma Tone Ayy Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for? If I call my people, they'll be deceased though Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin' That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin' If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans I demand an icy ass mess out these bands She gon' make it sloppy, huh, all I want is sloppy, huh All she want is solid, huh, she don't know nobody, huh She don't know her daddy, huh, guess who she call Daddy? Huh That young nigga that stretch the work out long like Laffy Taffys That young nigga that got the trap, steal sauce like Krabby Pattys You know we flip it, acrobatics, gymnastics for satisfaction You know that Draco automatic, look nasty, it's good for fashion, yeah Got a big old mansion, flat action in Calabasas, yeah Banana, bana, bana, bo-bana, that's how I hit your girl My Arab wrapped his head like Nick Cannon, we 'bout to kill the world You know I am not 'bout to serve you, the nerve of you To pull up on my curb, I should murder you, I'm word of you, huh Put your auntie on my payroll, veteran prostitute, huh Unc', he like Vince Carter with that bitch, veterans gotta shoot, huh Letras de cancionesGet a pop, drop a deuce, get a chop, drop an opp, count my blessings Exotic Fanta with the Act', straight drop, came right out of Texas Four-five at his neck, bitch nigga came right out his necklace Checkin' these bitch ass niggas only thing on my checklist I'm off a five to the face right now, won't let the PO test me Strapped like Cleo, ready, set it off, don't need no setting Pop Percs, don't do no 'Cedrins Won't entertain these niggas, ain't Cedric Four chains, no weird flex I just remember when I was depressed Now I'm here and I'm the best Henny put the hair on my chest Fuck a bitch, chair or the steps Band time real, that's for real She gon' pull up, help me drip Any nigga trippin' in the field Give a fuck how a nigga feel Lettin' go, smoke me a zip Don't fuck around with no snitch Lame nigga close your lips 'Less you wanna talk to my clip Clip extra large, Charlie Clips Out here grindin' like Clipse Happy as hell Blake left the Clippers All this ice, solar eclipse Chopper line him up like some clippers Bitch scratch and sniff like a stick Chopper change his mood like a Snickers Roof in the Wraith, Big Dipper Bitch on my dick, come get her, huh Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for? If I call my people, they'll be deceased though Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin' That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin' If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans I demand an icy ass mess out these bands From Letras Mania