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lirik lagu uz - trap shit v3 (i got this)

[hook: trae da truth]
all my chains hanging, i say i’m getting money
these haters looking p-ssed off, me i’m gonn count this money
these hoes gonn f-ck or get lost, they can’t get nothing from me
these hoes gonn f-ck or get lost, they can’t get nothing from me
look b-tch, i got this, got this
look b-tch, i got this, got this
look b-tch, i got this, got this
b-tch i got this, got this
look b-tch, i got this, got this
b-tch, i got this, got this
look b-tch, i got this, got this
b-tch i got this, got this

[verse 1: trae da truth]
i stay counting this paper, a-t-r b-tch i’ve been player
this sh-t i’m holding too heavy
this chain i got i out weight ya
i’m not what you expected, bad, bad, b-tches respected
she fine, i just might take it
she hit me, she gonn get naked
i got a god d-mn problem, you ain’t know
yeah i got a couple of haters, tryina give me some more
i walk in the club like look b-tch turn up
ain’t not a b-tch tryina get it but go
i choose it, i’m groovy
everyday i’m tryina to make me a movie
these rocks i got, stay hd
it ain’t fear, oh what i gotta do me
i’m like wat up b-tch, see me baby
i ain’t got no worries like weezy baby
i do this sh-t too easy baby
[cause risk i got, chris music baby]???
i go to houston, chop the deuce like where you go
i ain’t talking bruce, up in the hood with gree
and i ain’t talking goose, a young n-gga jaded
like i was holding juice

[verse 2: problem]
hey b-tch, i’m the molly man
this d-ck don’t make you f-ck, i bet this molly can
stay with that bomb, kush be taliban
the truth like trae, no need for polygraph
shoppin like atorners, half hoes bustin like them lamas
i for sure gonn need a trauma for each one of my baby mama
can’t stop telling i’m a fillionaire, feel me player? hope you do
cause if you don’t, it’s f-ck you folks, to f-ck your mom
and f-ck your crew
like yeah, he be like that, gold chain sw-nging like a baseball bat
d on my feety, that’s my baseball cap
diamond lane gang, bang, bang, you flat

[verse 2: trinidad james]
what you got n-gga, what i got n-gga
what you got n-gga, i tell you what i got n-gga
n-gga i got this, i’ve been handed
ever since my shirt and socks were matchin
i never hit the block with that action
but i get your b-tch and i’m smashing
n-ggas mad they can’t act up
who the truth you can ask us
trae tha truth and young problem
got a hunned goons that mask up
you ain’t gonna do a d-mn thang
them red boys get on ways
to fly away on this situation
and i don’t know what you insinuating
don’t play me like no sucker, i turn up and then f-ck her
we real n-ggas, y’all busters
got your b-tch that blushin
you can try us if you want
i’ll tell you what we’ll do
take all of your b-tches
and make em f-ck the crew, n-gga!

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