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Boyz On The TRAQ
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Shotgun Willy
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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
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