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Skr Skr (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye, make her hit her knees aye
That trapanese sh*t I'll make her hit her knees hey! n***a
Yeah, sh*t, hey

Bout' to zero in on these f**k n***as (On these f**k n***as)
Too many friends can't trust n***as (Can't trust n***as)
I had to drop my main for a stripper b*t*h (Juggin)
I'm f**ked up but her b*** bigga'
See I be with them n***as you don't like (You don't like)
And if you talking b*t*h we up and on site aye
I'm f**kin' trapanese hoes all types
I'm f**kin' trapanese hoes all types
Come on, pu**y banging (Pu**y banging)
No hands shakes, I lеave a n***a hanging
And all the hoes lovе me like I'm Raymond (Like I'm Raymond)
But I ain't singing to no ho, no Usher Raymond
Pink bottles, no Buscada'
She's f**kin' with a young balla', Vince Carta' (Vince Carta)
Candy credit coat b*t*h, I never card her
That b*t*h give me good brain, that ho retarda'

Trapanese, trapanese hey trapanese hey
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah
Trapanese, trapanese, trapanese hey yeah
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah

I-I-I-I f**k with trapanese hoes all types n***a (All types, man)
Try me, try my gang, try your life n***a (Try your life)
We ain't doin' no mo' chances, it's on sight n***a (It's on sight)
Leave some dots on yo' head like a dice n***a
Leave yo' outline white like some rice n***a (Pif, pif, pif)
Gotta eat boy gotta get my stew (Gotta get my stew)
If you, if you lookin' for me, bangs lookin' for you (Lookin for you)
You can catch me in the trap or the stu' (Or the stu)
Boof batch and it came from Peru (From Peru)
You can catch me in the trap or the stu' (Or the stu)
Boof batch and it came from Peru (From Peru)
(Boo-Boof batch and it came from Peru (From Peru))

Trapanese, trapanese, hey trapanese hey
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah
Trapanese, trapanese, trapanese hey, yeah
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah
Do you want a piece? Gotta keep the heat
Do you wanna see, what's in the Seat?
Gotta .223 (Pif, pif) and I keep it clean
Cause honestly, I don't want to fight
I don't want cha' wife, I just one night
With the one pipe, and that's on life
And that's ight', cause it's a mothaf**kin' habit (Damn)
Just young n***a on another planet (Damn)
Come up so fast she think a n***a planned it (Yeah)
Lay so much wood I made a f**kin' cabin (God Damn)
Turnt' up all these bricks into a f**kin' mansion (Damn)
Trapanese, Trapanese make her hit her knees (Damn)

Trapanese, trapanese yeah trapanese hey oh
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah oh
Trapanese, trapanese, trapanese hey yeah
Trapanese, trapanese make her hit her knees yeah (Yeah, yeah)

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