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lirik lagu tuffboys – traffic

[hook: tuffboys]
tuffboy, tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we rocket ships
got that money, spend it just to buy a new whip
got a new b-tch and she so smart, but that hoe be clueless
tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we do this

[verse 1: morph]
kickflip do a 180 then a backflip, yeah!
ric flair homie with the sh-t never ever sell a brick
hold my city down b-tch i’m the sh-t
all these clothes i’m wearing b-tch you won’t fit
ice on my wrist, waist size 36, aye, waist size 36
mazda the sh-t that i’m whippin, never see me in a civic
i am my number one critic i know that it’s golden my music terrific
shifty man know that he with it
this music sh-t isn’t a gimmick
give it a listen you know that we winning, tuffboys yeah we sipping on guinness
lcd on sleeves you know that we living good
b-tch call me peter parker the way i’m swinging through your hood
toyotomi’s belly so full yeah-yeah he eating good
my homies p-ss on the salad now we smoking on backwood
yeah i’m a boss, green alligator don’t ask what lacoste
brushing my teeth, skipping the brushing go straight to the floss
buy a new whip if i’m spending the fetti then f-ck what it cost
buy a new whip if i’m spending the fetti then f-ck what it cost

[verse 2: anh-ll]
making this money i got it
that new b-tch i bought it
i’m making this cash be robotic
she snorting my d-ck like narcotic, she sayin my d-ck be nostalgic
i spended this money it don’t hurt my pocket
my locker i lock it, i’m c-cking it back then i shot it
bah-bah-bah-bah, talking that sh-t you a lie-lie-lie-lie
homie dilemmas, that guess be my denim
my brother say get ’em and we gotta get ’em
i’m whipping my wrist on my left hand
she bending it back be like beckham
i think i’m the best and i’m resting
her p-ssy so bad that the p-ssy arresting
i’m stunting i still leave ’em guessing
my salad got flavour i’m dressing
making the money i don’t need investment, yuh!

[verse 3: shifty man]
anh-ll say we rocket ships, really we just rocking sh-t
we rocking it, every single show
pull every single hoe, spending h-lla dough
we spending, we spending
hot and sweaty, b-tch i’m hot and sweaty
ed, edd and eddy
my b-tch with me what we call that?
head, head and henny
you wasn’t ready for the flow, no you wasn’t ready
i been stacking from the floor, like bread, bread and bready
it get better, it get better
i get cheddar, i get cheese for the trap
no nicki but i beez in the trap
shouts out alex my boy obese in the trap
stacking up the big macs, boy cankles stay fat

[verse 4: art mansion]
came into this game be looking broke as f-ck
’til i got the certain tools to make ’em sign me up
but this industry too below of my caliber
money coming in on everyday that’s in a calendar
yuh, who was, who was getting guwop like he slinging dough?
i was buzzing off the come up, but i ain’t hit the po’
i been working so my mama never say we broke
do or die, yeah we did some things wouldn’t tell the priest
pushing out the work while these other rappers get deceased
signing up the youngins making money off the f-cking lease
why they talking dirty but in person wanna walk in peace?
never put my hand out never begging to a sucker please
put on for n-body ‘less they put me on they family tree
falling for the trap like all these rats was chasing after cheese
money come and go but my investments never coming cheap

[verse 5: erik sanders]
codeine, promethazine, money making machine
she sip on my motherf-cking lean, now she wanna f-ck with the team
i really, really had the work on me, flex mode i went hercules
in the rick owens i kick down a tree, i put your brains all over your tee
i put the sparkle all up in your teeth, watch how you talking straight out of your beak
how you stepping when you coming at me, your new b-tch really was my old piece
i’m at the peek of my game, i see you peeping the game
shooters in helmut lang, straight off the runway
b-tterscotch lean in my cup, in love with the gas in my mud
dripping i sip in the vip, i really just got to stay up
slide through to my side, fashion k!llers gone ride
i could never live lie, spill the purp in the sprite, all night
i had to flip it for certain, i had to go put the the work in
swear that i’m done with the perky’s, swear that i’m done with the hurting
boy i get to talking that sh-t, but i get that talking done quick
i fell in love with the sip, i fell in love on a trip
i fell in love on a trip

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