She Moved On

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Trapo - Rap

She Moved On

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[Verse I] I was alright before my feelings and the liquor came I go outside to clear my mental, but I really can't The perfect night to call the guys, I'm thinking hit a stain See, he's a lame, live in the burbs, he's never seen a gang He's got a car, they used to drive, I seen it everyday But tonight, that car is mine, I merch on everything I'll call up Rob, I need that burner, and like right away He asked me why, I say I'm hurt and I cannot explain She chose him (but she chose him), over me (over me) I'm not tripping ([?]) , right now (I'm ain't tweaking at all) She chose him See I've been rolling for so long, and I'm not thinking straight (yeah) I usually pop one on my own, but I took two today (duece) I told the aux to play my song, just let my record play And as we pull up to his home, I take it off the safe [Hook] You're not gonna back out, homie I really need ya' (never) And I'm gon' blow her back out, homie right after I delete ya' We got so much ammo, it is over if we see ya' (end em', right, now) Don't tell me I'm tripping (never) You ain't dealt with anger (never) You ain't delt with women like me, nah Nigga there's a difference Don't tell me I'm tripping (never) You ain't delt with women like me, nah [Verse II] This nigga crib is big, I can't lie Explains why she will not fall for my type He's got a pool, a park with two rides An elevator in case she gets tired Look, I don't have a million dollars And I'm a rapper so my chance is really close to garbage And oh, the white kid got a whip and plus like two garages The benefit so heaven sent, it was my choice to rob him I mapped it out, and on Sunday they go and get massages Visit his pops in the pen, but he just working, honest I really want me a Benz, but I don't have the dollars I split the cake with my friends, the rule that's in the projects You're not gonna back out, homie I really need ya' That's a funny story I tried to take you home, not lead you on, thought I was boring But I'll still take you home, and call your Uber in the morning [Hook] You're not gonna back out, homie I really need ya' And I'm gon' blow her back out, homie right after I delete ya' We got so much ammo, it is over if we see ya' Don't tell me I'm tripping You ain't dealt with anger You ain't delt with women like me, nah Nigga there's a difference Don't tell me I'm tripping You ain't delt with women like me, nah

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  • Trapo