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Trapgold... I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked I'm permed up I heard broke bitches talkin' like they rollin' like us Man, these bitches sound shermed up And these bitches be mad at us Because these bitches so down to fuck Claim that shit I can bang that shit Fuck me, fuck a ten, i'mma train that bitch I hope you ain't wife that bitch Cuz I know a couple homies that'll pipe that bitch Lights out Put you in a night gown And your bitch chose me because you walk out with My ass sick and my drinks mixed Say I'm sicker say no shit And all my flows.... Closed case, I'm killin' shit Heard you flung, not feeling shit (...) My brand right and I'm on one and these bitches don't want none (these bitches don't want none) (...) I shine right cuz I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart tatted, I'm authentic it's clear to see it's my time (x4) From Letras Mania