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Paroles de la chanson TRAPAMATICS (GRAND SOSS) (feat. GR3Y) par Sossa lyrics officiel

TRAPAMATICS (GRAND SOSS) (feat. GR3Y) est une chanson en Anglais

Oh, half of 190s uh.. are 1...95 sorry
Oh shit, Niggas' recording
Sossa!.....,, let's get it, yeah,
It's Grand Soss, back again, these are scary hours
When it comes to paper chasin', we like Barry Allen
I pay the cost, you know the rest, feel like Austin Powers
Cause all these bitches tryna get a taste of my cojones
For the top dollar, lyrically bipolar, how I roll up
I burn the kush, and write all this, my car smoked up
cause I'm a certified stoner, Couldn't see us comin' cause they had glaucoma
Now my niggas movin' vigorous, its serious, Dropped between the hustle, left them curious
Other niggas furious, you don't want me when I'm serious
Fruity niggas gon' be left on red like a period
Stealth when I ball, yeah, we upper echelon, Strong entourage, now she tryna get involved
She can't get a job, so she slump on my knob, I drop down the top, roll up bob, fuck the
law, yeah
Family nigga, I multiply the figure, Link up with cuz, the swisher sweeter
Accurate to measure, by the millimeter, I'm on my munchie, and the dinner's sweeter
She lookin' at me, like I'm her dinner, I give her fidget spinner, I feel her inner
We match like tinder, I'm in her, in her, Rave it like beamer, skid it like digger
Overflow her river, she a different kind of leaker
She a different kind of diva, a different kind deliver
Number one, she a different winner, Number one, she my winner
CEO, I'm doing me, I'm getting richer, richer. Money piling up, by the fucking figure
I killed the killer, there ain't no fucking killer
shhh
There ain't no fucking killer, Hit the dealer, fuck around and buy the dealer
Your bitch gave me confession, like her motherfucking preacher
Uh, fuck around, make her my sister, Make her my sister, fuck your bitch like I'm Lannister
Uh, GR3Y, I'm that nigga, nigga, Fuck around and put you in your place
Uh, uh, I say it to your face, And then I close the case
With me it's no replace, Respect my face
Respect my fucking face, and the game
Stealth when I ball, yeah, we upper echelon, Strong entourage, now she tryna get involved
She can't get a job, so she slump on my knob, I drop down the top, roll up bob, fuck the
law, yeah
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Auteurs: Nephat Ngoma, Samuel Kasempa
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