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Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear I just pulled up to TD in I8 If we all getting money than why hate Smoove Heasy the renty like why wait We the hottest in the tri-state My nigga got' raise up the crime rate If you try to play with me So don't play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Pull up to the party, gasoline Who's coming in? Like all of us I'm from a town where we pour the henny in double cups It's enough henny for all of us We getting money we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi designer stuff Just pulled twenty K, I've been getting my way Top down in the wraith, baddie giving me face AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a chase Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear Letras de canciones Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger I don't care who fake I fuck with the real, I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger I don't care who fake I fuck with the real, I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick It got a nigga this, far Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did But be clear From Letras Mania