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lirik lagu 9lokknine - trap do

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[intro: 9lokknine]
walkin’ ’round on my in my duffy
pull up on a n-gga on a motherf-cking huffy
ha, ayy, keep that
bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow

[chorus: 9lokknine]
we could talk numbers, what yo trap do?
ps go for six, zips go for two
uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang luol deng on that mac too
ooh, i was tryna keep it cordial with ’em
he from the other side, he flaggin’ to them other n-ggas
he chargin’ three for a p, tryna bubble with ’em
small force show a shooter how to play sinner
i guess he thought he was gon’ eat something, fold up his dinner
smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him
and i’m condemning all that hoe sh-t ’cause i’m a n-gga
our people finna ride a wave, bouncin’ off the dribble

[verse 1: 9lokknine]
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that ain’t fifty out that glizzy that’s a whole hunnid
my lil round, poppin’ rounds, he do no clutchin’
he got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it
we gon’ keep this sh-t straight like i’m goin’ forward
my n-ggas don’t do no snitchin’ or no awards
pistol grippin’, he a felon, showin’ no remorse
i had to shoot that b-tch with anger and brute force
a n-gga said lil nine snitchin’, whose the source?
trey, trey, scottie pimpin when i do tour
i matured, i remember i was immature
rich n-gga, i remember i was f-ckin’ poor

[chorus: 9lokknine]
we could talk numbers, what yo trap do? (what it do)
ps go for six, zips go for two
uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you (come here)
30 hang luol deng on that mac too
ooh, i was tryna keep it cordial with ’em
he from the other side, he flaggin’ to them other n-ggas
he chargin’ three for a p, tryna bubble with ’em (come here)
small force show a shooter how to play sinner
i guess he thought he was gon’ eat something, fold up his dinner
smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him
and i’m condemning all that hoe sh-t ’cause i’m a n-gga
our people finna ride a wave, bouncin’ off the dribble

[verse 2: rich the kid]
i’ma show you what that trap do (trap do)
finesse a n-gga, hit ’em with that rabbit food (rabbit food)
i run the m’s up and they ain’t have a clue (they ain’t have a clue)
i told my b-tch i f-cked her, she want f-ck her too (she want f-ck her too)
my young n-gga pull up, let the choppa loose (blatt)
but they ain’t even catch ’em, they ain’t have the proof (they ain’t have the proof)
ain’t no playin’ with my grandma, she know voodoo (she know voodoo)
i’m still walkin’ with a stick, the boss might shoot you
ps go for ten and zips go for three
i’m the f-ckin’ c.e.o., so you can talk to me (speak up n-gga)
i can take yo check ’cause he ain’t got it right (got it right)
yeah, you got the green but you ain’t got the white

[chorus: 9lokknine]
we could talk numbers, what yo trap do?
ps go for six, zips go for two
uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang luol deng on that mac too
ooh, i was tryna keep it cordial with ’em
he from the other side, he flaggin’ to them other n-ggas
he chargin’ three for a p, tryna bubble with ’em
small force show a shooter how to play sinner
i guess he thought he was gon’ eat something, fold up his dinner
smoke getting to his lungs don’t want no cancer with him
and i’m condemning all that hoe sh-t ’cause i’m a n-gga
our people finna ride a wave, bouncin’ off the dribble


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