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lirik lagu trxsto - faygo (remix)

[verse 1: trxsto, aydan2x]
denim my jacket, amiri my jeans
i got a glock and it came wit’ a beam
wocky my liver, i walking in designer store
got me a baddie but i need a finer hoe
she bad wit’ no makeup and i cannot fake it
my b~tch she a 10, she not like you basic hoes
my drip out this world ain’t nun ’bout me basic
these lil n~ggas weak, they just need to face it
i patiently waited, while everyone hated
look at me now young n~gga the greatest
look at me now young n~gga the greatest
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (get it)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[verse 2: trxsto, aydan2x]
i’m never stopping so i had to keep going
racks in my jeans and they overflowing
bro passed me the glock, you know that i’m scoring
yo b~tch she boring, skrrt off in a foreign
pull up the scene, i beeped my h~rn
on july 6th a legend was born
august 5th a legend was made
if you not talking money then get out my face
won’t conversate if i’m not getting paid
these b~tches be roaches, i’m grabbing the raid
got hoes like santa, take off in a sleigh
and if he wanna play, get hit with that k
simmons says gone do what i say
simmons says gone do what i say
simmons says gone do what i say
simmons says gone do what i say
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
[verse 3: trxsto, aydan2x]
and we back again
i’m finna run up the sack again
call up tell bro told him
spin the benz
hop out the car wit’ f and n
if we don’t hit we spin again
designer my drip, me and twin
got tired of the l’s, its time for a win
shawty a skeezer, riding ’round wit my nina
look for yo b~tch you aim seen ha (ceena), slam a n~gga john cena
don’t want yo’ b~tch you can keep her
i just really wanna beat her
and if shorty is wit’ then we can just kick
naw she gotta go, beat it
know we winning undefeated
no we not taking no l’s
hating n~ggas go to h~ll
free my uncle out the cell
n~ggas ratting they gone tell
took his b~tch, oh well
lil’ b~tch on my d~ck she skeezer
and this ain’t no fairytale
hop in the rari and switch lanes
i’m wit’ yo’ b~tch in a mulsanne
shorty my hoe that’s yo’ boo thang
in love with the money love counting the blue things
n~ggas be b~tches they not getting fetti
yo’ brain on the floor like some f~cking spaghetti
bro toting the stick on the end a machete
them young n~ggas ready to score, they be ready
spin on a block wit’ the draco
tryna give these n~ggas halos
riding ’round with the queso
bb simmons my belt tho’
strap on me like velcro
lean in my cup, moving slow
[?] from the bros, never trust these hoes

- lirik lagu trxsto

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