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lirik lagu pros ap - trap rapping

[intro: pros ap]
(enrgy made this one)
hmm, island boys
huh, pros

[verse 1: pros ap]
n~ggas tryna ride pros’ wave, where my boat?
in the kitchen, we be makin’ snow fall, wear a coat
i be chillin’ with the 4s, n~ggas thinkin’ i’m a loc (yeah, island boys)
we be tryna bump with n~ggas, they be scared to drop a lo’ (where they at?)
i’m a rapper, still’ll take a hit for five (on my mama)
i’m a trapper, still’ll turn a zip to nine (a quarter brick)
i’m in that striker wishin’ i could slide on don (free gang)
my n~gga switched, so i put it on the glock, ayy
this twenty thousand in my jeans, baby (twenty thousand)
this mike amiri, so the jeans fit a lil’ crazy (they fit crazy)
she want some money, i’m like, “huh?” i’m with sk!lla baby (feel me?)
back in my bag, i been drillin’ with the k!llers lately (i’m back)
i’m in trap mode (yeah, yeah)
on the road for twenty hours, then we back home (we comin’ back)
my n~gga tryna beat the feds, i want him back home (free shock)
i been buyin’ all the wock’ ’cause the act’ gone (yeah)
n~gga, i been fiendin’ for a body, so don’t act wrong (ayy)
i’m a trap rapper, a gram slapper, what you want? (yeah)
this a scat package, tap the gas, then you gone (skrrt)
yes, i serve weed, sell crack, what you smoke? (servin’, servin’)
i be ot with dope fiends sellin’ blow (n~gga)
this a h~llcat striker, i ain’t gotta pay a note (skrrt, skrrt)
this a bad b~tch sniffer, she be playin’ with her nose (bad b~tch sniffer)
i’ll f~ck her like the one and leave her playin’ with her rose (get it?)
f~ck her with my chain on, got her playin’ like she pros (ayy)
i’m a trap rapper, gram slapper, trap~door slammer (n~gga)
still a bad~b~tch stabber, still’ll hit her friend after (yeah)
i’m the sh~t, i be d~gg~n’ hoes, it’s just a habit (i am)
b~tch, i’m rich, b~tch, they call me pros ’cause i’m havin’ (pros)
[verse 2: lil rt]
b~tch, i’m big boss, i be f~ckin’ on these n~ggas’ hoes
now she still suck the d~ck like she f~ckin’ one to four (b~tch)
b~tch, it’s mad max and we got the glocks, we never lackin’
if i catch an opp, i pop him like i worked at f~ckin’ mackin’, ho
it’s just me and g~way and we never left ’cause we got them switches
f~ck a corvette, we in an srt, we doin’ visits, b~tch
didn’t have time to play, i popped his ass ’cause i got the drac’
it’s a rental car, and we never left ’cause we got them dracs
rrr, b~tch, f~ck a cop car
and we doin’ the dash, f~ck a, f~ck a cop car (yeah)
f~ck a cop car
i just caught this n~gga who was dissin’ and i k!lled his ass
left him in the dirt and he’s dead with his dead ass
woo, i just k!lled his ass

- lirik lagu pros ap

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