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lirik lagu traqula - boyz on the traq

[intro, shotgun w~lly]
pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
girl spilt drinks on my shoes but i like her
headed home
use a windshield wiper
tell her i’m not peter but i might wanna pipe her

[bridge, frozone (samuel l. jackson)]
honey? (what?)
where’s my super suit? (what?)
where. is. my super suit?

[chorus, traqula]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
givе it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on thе traq

[verse 1. traqula]
i’m a grower not a shower
but your b~tch has a [?]
i be gassin’ on the b~tch like i be rollin’ tacoma
i be rollin’ with your baby, go ahead grab the stroller
y’all be startin’ in the race but when i finish it’s over
you can catch me at the wood five, bustin’ all the tables
locked up in the spot like a horse in a stable
on a constant rotation on the daily sh~t
wouldn’t do this sh~t, if they didn’t wanna pay me sh~t
but it’s a job and i’m not a f~cking heart throb
ugly motherf~cker but my music is art dawg
hatin’ on me
“what’s up with this album?”
well this hit is in progress
but by the time you hear it, it be out ready droppin’
tryna live life and i won’t ever be stoppin’
and by the time i’m 35 i’m runnin’ for office
every single move i do is like a game of chess boy
i’m a f~cking king, and you a f~cking desk toy
stop
you ain’t even ready for the traq
traqula back in this sh~t
and traqula back in your b~tch, d~mn
showin’ no mercy to a punk ass
when this girl on my d~ck, yo i must pass
going harder than it was just to graduate
lookin’ for a girl who wanna go infatuate
don’t understand? grab a dictionary
you can’t understand this sh~t and say it’s arbitrary
got five~o~eight subs at the time
only 99 played my last track but that sh~t fine
going back to the future and call me marty mc~
fly
and all the b~tches they be on my d~ck
like i’m indiana jones i be whippin’
but i’m whippin’ them eyes
the model mpv, ‘03
got my name on my wall ‘case i fo~get
that my real name joaquin, oh sh~t!
i’m the number one man in my room
even when my room, full of homies, i just goin’ zoom
like a dumb b~tch, soundin’ stupid
one day i’ll be dumb rich
like cupid
shootin’ for a bad b~tch
livin’ on a rich hill
call me rich hill
hollywood hill
livin’ like i never sit still
always makin’ moves
never ever ever gonna cease
it’s a motherf~ckin’ fact: i’m a beast

[chorus, traqula]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now (aye, yuh)
give it up for the boyz on the traq (aye, it’s say cheese)

[verse 2, shotgun w~lly]
i’m posted up, watch a movie ‘bout bob saget
b~tch is mad, i called the boyfriend a f~ckin’ f~ggot
[?] only speakin’ f~cking spanish
d~ck inside a ceiling fan and now i start to f~ckin’ panic
go and ask a b~tch if she a hoe or a housewife
you already know the answer, it ain’t comin’ out right
if you ask me, i suck that hoe in her highlight
oh they offended
another line i gotta rewrite
ask a b~tch boy, what he doin’
no he chokin’ up
pull up when i move, i got a lot of people showing love
hit me on twitter ‘cause she see that i’ve been blowin’ up
half my city follows me and i don’t even know the f~cks
i don’t even know the f~cks
i don’t even know the f~cks
i don’t even know the f~cks
i don’t even know the f~cks
pull up to the party in a white shirt and diapers
girl spilt drinks on my shoes but i like her
headed home
use a windshield wiper
tell her i’m not peter but i might wanna pipe her
uh, so i turn on the tv
uh, put on a d~ck beanie (that’s a condom)
sh~t get’s real freaky
uh, i use my third pinky
sit back, watch orange is the new black
while that thicc b~tch gon’ suck on my nut sack
fun fact, say cheese, he got the best raps
vidcon stuffed a mac inside my backpack
run past, ‘cause the cops for sure won’t like that
run fast, canine is comin’ for my ass
quick cash, now my hands in tied behind my back
it’s okay ‘cause the cop, she had a nice rack
and…
i been drinkin’ lean, like, what?
eatin’ kid cuisine like, who?
you been smokin’ weed like, what?
yo girl f~ck the team like, ew
aye
whip out my small p~ck~r
talk sh~t, get jumped like it’s checkers
commit crimes but don’t got a record
curbstomp a b~tch in my skechers

[chorus, traqula & shotgun w~lly]
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq like
give it up now, give it up now
give it up for the boyz on the traq

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