TRAPPA - Radio Edit
Lyrics
Load up them clips with them hollow tips
Me and mi genna go to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
Gun shot play wid him marrow
Wi drop bodies middle day wid di barrow
Ak spray yo tomorrow
Pussy yuh parrow
Mi nuh fyah bow and arrow
Load up them clips with them hollow tips
Me and mi genna go to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
Run di opps
Real killaz run di opps
Nada body drop from you see mi gun react
Rifle shot zuluu guh get di bag
Mi have di gas ready fi bun di evidence cause dem a drag
Im back in motion
Real life general niggas ready to die
Play pussy and see the sky
Blowing kush sipping hennessey
I am descended from the lions
Guarding heavens gates
Born leader out of jubilee
Load up them clips with them hollow tips
Me and mi genna go to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
Gun shot play wid him marrow
Wi drop bodies middle day wid di barrow
Ak spray yo tomorrow
Pussy yuh parrow
Mi nuh fyah bow and arrow
A look
Money and power exceeded my expectation
Military trained ready for war
Fuck what they saying
Catch him slipping and make a ghost of him
Retaliation by any means
Nigga die before god if you fucking wit me
Pussy dem flippin and trippin you is jus a nada victim
Kip a clip in di chip glock di fuckin rubber grippin
Quit di bitching not itching suh stop the fuckin twitching
Shot pitch him fi dissin
Load up them clips with them hollow tips
Me and mi genna go to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
Gun shot play wid him marrow
Wi drop bodies middle day wid di barrow
Ak spray yo tomorrow
Pussy yuh parrow
Mi nuh fyah bow and arrow
Who a pree mi fi mi money guh suk yuh mommy
Hustle fi mi money straight nuh do nothing funny
Dem bwoy deh badmind suh mi nah left e tammy
Gun ova mi belly
A shawn storm shit
We getting money regardless fuck what they saying
See these niggas gonna hate
Just chill pull up a chair
And toast to the good times
Link up when I touchdown
Gaza zulugang we up now
Load up them clips with them hollow tips
Me and mi genna go to war leave your body stiff
A fuck the fame really all i want is money bitch
Play pussy and get fuck with extended clip
Shawn storm we don't give a shit
Gun shot play wid him marrow
Wi drop bodies middle day wid di barrow
Ak spray yo tomorow
Pussy yuh parrow
Mi nuh fyah bow and arrow
Writer(s): Jermaine Bowen, Shawn Combell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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