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- K-Trap Paper Plans 歌詞
- K-Trap
- Paper Plans -K-Trap
Yea
Yea I better hit dat
You don't understand bro
Listen
Everyday I got paper plans
Everyday I got paper plans course I do
Tell me a day I ain't weighing grams tell me when
Turn 4into 9
I'll be pissed if I break this hand pissed
I see bro get a hammer and chisel chisel
All just to break this slab bruck it
Two bricks of the am just stinking
It's kinda awks if I take this cab awkward
Drop a half and a 9to mish mash
Ab wants a thousand grams abs
Ah thousand grams
Phone up the workers and round up cash ring
Step in the kitchen box of the maj maj
Just looking like powdered yam
I just sent out a thousand texts
I might end up with a blocked sim sim
I was sitting on the dock two hands on my lap
Yeah the trident had me boxed-in f**k
Tell me if you think you could sit in my seat
Hear 14-to-life and not sing don't think you could
Yeah I said 14-to-life and not sing no
I see bro get his timepiece bussdown bussdown
Big face with da hella rocks in rocks
I hit da town with the straightest drop drop
Why you think that hella shots ring ring
If chase pulls up in the S
Leathers all red bet your b***h hops in bet she hops in
Bet ya b***h hops in
Yeah I bet that your b***h hops in d**n right
All this weight that I move
And I still need to jump in the gym gym
Spot a opp I'll jump out the ride ride
And let the 4corn run with da wind bow
A man stole that word that was mine mine
But I let dem man run with the ting frauds
All my n***a does is boxes boxes
And he ain't never jumped in the ring
You ain't never been in a nasty bando
And thought you'd be better with a 9to 5f**k
You ain't ever boshed the hell out the pack
And still sold that 9for 5fly it
You ain't ever got a phone call 'bout a drop
And said nah you ain't got time for the hype nah
But 20minutes later find yourself outside
With a big 4-4in the ride bow
I ain't gotta talk too much
When it's time I'll get them punks get dem punks
Tell screws bring 25shots shots
These shots won't get you drunk no dey'won't
5th corn too dangerous
It don't pierce it's taking chunks chunks
Hit a boy up and forget it forget it
Next day I'll take bae for lunch wha'happened
Out 'ere everyday this s**t's gotta pay pay
'Member dat day caught a chase from the gunboys
They're pissed that mish got away mish-mash
On the phone to skeng every night
Three years that bro's been away free him up free him up
When he's home he's back
He just wants a new wap and an all-gold 18k flexing
Flexing
Flexing
Flexing
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