Correction Paroles Trapanese (Remix) par lil ricefield

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Got that chop, got that stick, b*t*h, I'm trapanese
Ramen noodles on my d**k when I’m clapping cheeks
Going stupid in the whip ‘cause I cannot see
Tryna bring your dog, then you better bring that cutlery
Getting to the chips, hunnids blue, like Doraemon
Nice guy, but I spit flames like I’m Iroh
Talking out your neck, I bring the drum, taiko
Lames get to speaking
Then what’s up b*t*h? Ohayo! (Ohayo)
I'm a f**king shogun
Fronting in my face opposition, let me roll one
Always get the A-plus, b*t*h, I need more huns
One less dog at the pound ‘cause I stole one
Man these suckas wanna test, but I’m Asian, so I pa**
B*t*h I'm running up a check, I ain’t nеver skipping cla**
If you talking out your neck, on my momma, it’s a lash
If I becomе doctor, I ain’t saving your hoe a** (You doctor yet?)

Aye, why your eyes like that?
Ain’t no molly in my lean, b*t*h, I squint ‘cause I’m a Jap
Visor bucket on my face, I don’t f**k with fitted caps
All this money that I make, keep it hidden in a stack in my mattress
Add it like a master, math kid
Skinny long slick mustache like a catfish
Finna go Godzilla we gon' smash sh*t
Lil ricefield f**k with big rice patty, we active
B*t*h, it's DaBoii why you askin?
I heard you used to be the man, bro what happened?
Big bullets running through your body, they acid
Turn us back, tryna run at your a**, b*t*h
What n***as speaking on
If your the only n***a in you better put your people on
Damn I love my Glock, I bought her inches now she need a loan
B*t*h get over here and make it shake
That's how we great the hoes
Just caught the chopstick off my Asian folks
We might have both hit that hoe, but you paid her tho'
Just cut my favorite b*t*h off, she shoulda played her role
And every time I'm on the mic, I hear him taking off

And there ain't a n***a that I'm rocking with, they tryna go
Put shells in your hair, like a Jamaican hoe
N***as out like b*t*hes, Tyler Perry they be playing roles
When I bury money, that's the only time I'm saving hoes
We act her, man I catch you lacking, it's tragic
Call me Flav with hoes in your crib with all these ratchets
Bad b*t*h, eating up the bars, Mrs. Pacman
On the plane, getting head in the air, like a blackflip
If you hating b*t*h, die slow
Letting pipes blow, squeezing arms like tight clothes
Money talk, semi-green, talking like geico
My dog pouring rounds that are red like a typo
She got the pretty face and white hair like Ino
You know imma need to drop her cause she buggin like Shino
Got a insta famous b*t*h in my dms, for a promo
Flying b*t*h with the booty like a peach, call her Momo

F**k a b*t*h in Japan, you can hear it in the Bay
Then your boy, disappeared like spirited away
No I f**k with you tough, if you feel what I say
But if not, you can suck what's near to my waist (b*t*h)

SOB the gang, b*t*h we get money
Like I had a tight grip, can't get sh*t from me
Imma ball day and night, b*t*h I'm Kid Cudi
And I throw white forces, yo that b*t*h money (b*t*h)

Oh that's your b*t*h, imma steal her, Ben Roethlisberger
She blew me now her chain white, I Popa Smurf-ed her
Hit the store I'm going in but I'm not a burglar
Heard I hit this b*t*h, that n***a hot, free Bobby Shmurda

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