CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Boyz On The TRAQ (Extended)
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 gassin’ 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 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**king king, and you a f**king desk toy
Stop
You ain’t even ready for the TRAQ
TRAQULA back in this sh*t
And TRAQULA back in your b*t*h, damn
Showin’ no mercy to a punk ass
When this girl on my d**k, man 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*t*hes they be on my d**k
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*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
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 gassin’ 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 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**king king, and you a f**king desk toy
Stop
You ain’t even ready for the TRAQ
TRAQULA back in this sh*t
And TRAQULA back in your b*t*h, damn
Showin’ no mercy to a punk ass
When this girl on my d**k, man 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*t*hes they be on my d**k
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*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
