Gucci Bandana TRAP-MIX

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[Intro] Q da Fool Trap Fever Pakk Boyz PBG mane Y'all know what the fuck we do Gang, gang These niggas ain't really trappin' mane They fakin' it til they make it But we in there all day Gettin' that money mane Gang [Chorus] In the kitchen we cookin' up Countin' this money now I got a papercut Pakk Boyz don't play with us I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?] PRPs, True Religion In designer I trust PIP, True Religion In designer I trust [Verse 1] I'm flexin' my double G Bullets be faster than muhfuckin' bumblebees I trap with my brovas, that's straight on my brova These niggas is snakes and they eat the cheese I see your man, I beat your man You lucky I ain't smoke your man These niggas is dykes They don't turn no pipes I call 'em Juwanna Mann You lucky my llama jam We stay in that kitchen related to pots and pans Rush hour, I'm sellin' out Flip a ounce, call me the jugg man That nigga be smokin' dirt (Ugh!) I call him the trash man Pack came from Afghan Hoes was fine, now you doin' handstands [Chorus] In the kitchen we cookin' up Countin' this money now I got a papercut Pakk Boyz don't play with us I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?] PIP, True Religion In designer I trust PIPs, True Religion In designer I trust
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