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Letra : Boyz On The TRAQ
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
Honey? (What?)
Where’s my super suit? (What?)
Where. Is. My super suit?
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
I’m a grower not a shower
But your b*t*h has a [?]
I be ga**in’ on the b*t*h 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**king heart throb
Ugly motherf**ker but my music is art dawg
Hatin’ on me
“What’s up with my 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**king king, and you a f**king desk toy
Stop
You ain’t even ready for the TRAQ
TRAQULA backin' this sh*t
And TRAQULA back in your b*t*h, damn
Showin’ no mercy to a punk a**
When this girl on my d**k, yo I must pa**
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 that 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*t*hes they be on my d**k
Like I’m Indiana Jones I be whippin’
But I’m whippin’ them eyes
The Mazda 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*t*h, soundin’ stupid
One day I’ll be dumb rich, like cupid
Shootin’ for a bad b*t*h
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**kin’ fact: I’m a beast
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 Yung Cheese)
I’m posted up, watch a movie ‘bout Bob Saget
B*t*h is mad, I called the boyfriend a f**kin’ faggot
No habla inglés only speakin’ f**king Spanish
D**k inside a ceiling fan and now I start to f**kin’ panic
Go and ask a b*t*h if she a hoe or a housewife
You already know the answer, It ain’t comin’ out right
If you ask me, I sucked that hoe in her highlight
Oh they offended, now the line I gotta rewrite
Ask a b*t*h boy, what he doin? No he chokin’ up
Pull up when I move, and 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**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
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**k 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*t*h gon’ suck on my nut sack
Fun fact, Yung 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 a**
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**k the team like, ew
Aye, whip out my small pecker
Talk sh*t, get jumped like it’s checkers
Commit crimes but don’t got a record
Curbstomp a b*t*h in my Skechers
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
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
Honey? (What?)
Where’s my super suit? (What?)
Where. Is. My super suit?
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
I’m a grower not a shower
But your b*t*h has a [?]
I be ga**in’ on the b*t*h 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**king heart throb
Ugly motherf**ker but my music is art dawg
Hatin’ on me
“What’s up with my 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**king king, and you a f**king desk toy
Stop
You ain’t even ready for the TRAQ
TRAQULA backin' this sh*t
And TRAQULA back in your b*t*h, damn
Showin’ no mercy to a punk a**
When this girl on my d**k, yo I must pa**
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 that 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*t*hes they be on my d**k
Like I’m Indiana Jones I be whippin’
But I’m whippin’ them eyes
The Mazda 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*t*h, soundin’ stupid
One day I’ll be dumb rich, like cupid
Shootin’ for a bad b*t*h
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**kin’ fact: I’m a beast
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 Yung Cheese)
I’m posted up, watch a movie ‘bout Bob Saget
B*t*h is mad, I called the boyfriend a f**kin’ faggot
No habla inglés only speakin’ f**king Spanish
D**k inside a ceiling fan and now I start to f**kin’ panic
Go and ask a b*t*h if she a hoe or a housewife
You already know the answer, It ain’t comin’ out right
If you ask me, I sucked that hoe in her highlight
Oh they offended, now the line I gotta rewrite
Ask a b*t*h boy, what he doin? No he chokin’ up
Pull up when I move, and 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**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
I don’t even know the f**ks
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**k 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*t*h gon’ suck on my nut sack
Fun fact, Yung 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 a**
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**k the team like, ew
Aye, whip out my small pecker
Talk sh*t, get jumped like it’s checkers
Commit crimes but don’t got a record
Curbstomp a b*t*h in my Skechers
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
