Verse I just went off on my command, Caught a millie out from his neck, Flexin like you want a lot of reject, Bitch don't give me respect, Seven thirty my way or get the tec Kill them nigga for nothing but the set Knew a fat cat, vet, exotic pet Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that What's next, kill the minivan, all black, Now what's up? Verse I grew up in the trap house, one stove four pots Cook the whole thing, until the turn rock, Some prefer it in the microwave, I prefer a pot How bout the whole brick nigga, I prefer a lot Three hundred is a tame bitch, and we run the blocks, We don't run up in the spots, let down I'll take the blocks I'm doing biddy till I drop, count guap toll jobs From your bitch I won't top, riding around foreign drops bitch Catch me if you can, took with me you get shot, You know play you'll get popped, I'm out here on the block, Nigga lying man they not, I can trust em swear they caught Snitch on me, you get shoot, man down fuck the ups, Three hundred is the mob, and we some up trap stars Three hundred all block, will be trapping non-stop. Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half guts. Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter. Borrar playlist Cancelar Guardar. Desktop Google Chrome Windows 8. 
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I got a 40 on scale if I was on some crack Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half.
If we're getting round the clock, will be all on the block In the store, in the alley, tryin to get it round the clock.
Verse I grew up in the trap house, one stove four pots Cook the whole thing, until the turn rock, Some prefer it in the microwave, I prefer a pot How bout rieks whole brick nigga, I prefer a lot Three hundred is a tame bitch, and we run the blocks, We don't run up in the spots, let down I'll take the blocks I'm doing biddy till I drop, count guap toll jobs From your bitch Sntana won't top, riding around foreign drops bitch Catch me if you can, took with me you get shot, You know play you'll get popped, I'm out here on the block, Nigga lying man they not, I can trust em swear they caught Snitch on me, you get shoot, man down frefo the ups, Three hundred is the mob, and we some up trap stars Three hundred all block, will be trapping non-stop.
Verse I grew up around some trap spots Early mornings, late nights with it Tryin to sleep I had to fight with it, In the trap I had mice in it, in the plugs steady price shiffin In the kitchen wgite wippin, fuck that was the right place Old team santna on, yeah we love cake Can't sit around and wait so we paper chase, Wasn't never givin shit so we trapped the mate, And sister you ain't giving yeah we quick to take Taking trips over ease means bottom lake I give 'em cash, he give me bags, then we split our ways Trap spot shit, bitch I'm in the traffic day I'm in the hood cash by just a block away Stay strap you better play it safe But the money with my life so I'm shooting if you try to take Traps spot shit, bitch I'm in frredo traffic days I bout the money with my life, I'm shoot frfdo try to take.
Fredo Santana — Trap Boy
Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half.
Mais acessadas de Fredo Santana. Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half guts.
Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half Verse I just went off on my command, Caught a millie out from his neck, Flexin like you want a lot of reject, Bitch don't give me respect, Seven thirty my way or get the tec Kill them nigga for nothing but the set Knew a fat cat, vet, exotic pet Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that What's next, kill the minivan, all black, Now what's up?
Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half.
Borrar playlist Cancelar Guardar. I got a 40 on scale if I was on some crack Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half.
Verse I just went off on my command, Caught a millie out from his neck, Flexin like you want a lot of reject, Bitch don't give me respect, Seven thirty my way or get the tec Kill them nigga for nothing but the set Knew a fat cat, vet, exotic pet Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that What's next, kill the minivan, all black, Now what's up? Verse I grew up in the trap house, one stove four pots Cook the whole thing, until the turn rock, Some prefer it in the microwave, I prefer a pot How bout the whole brick nigga, I prefer a lot Three hundred is a tame bitch, and we run the blocks, We don't run up in the spots, let down I'll take the blocks I'm doing biddy till I drop, count guap toll jobs From your bitch I won't top, riding around foreign drops bitch Catch me if you can, took with me you get shot, You know play you'll get popped, I'm out here on the block, Nigga lying man they not, I can trust em swear they caught Snitch on me, you get shoot, man down fuck the ups, Three hundred is the mob, and we some up trap stars Three hundred all block, will be trapping non-stop.
Trap Spot Fredo Santana.
Verse I grew up around some trap spots Early mornings, late nights with it Tryin to sleep I had to twke with it, In the trap I had mice in it, in the plugs steady price shiffin In the kitchen wgite wippin, fuck that was the right place Old team hands on, yeah we love cake Can't sit around and wait so we paper chase, Wasn't never givin shit so we trapped the mate, And sister you ain't giving yeah we quick to take Taking trips over ease means bottom lake I give 'em cash, he give me bags, then we split our ways Trap spot shit, bitch I'm in the traffic day I'm in the hood cash by just a block away Stay strap you better play it safe But the money with my life so I'm shooting if you try to take Traps spot shit, bitch I'm in the traffic days I bout the money with my life, I'm santzna you try to take.
Verse Real street nigga, I was born in the trap spot, Mix and go, baggin rocks in the traffic spot, You don't got the glock so, we don't keep this door lock Gotta watch these faces, some of these niggas freso cops, Sanfana about work, but really taking snap shots That's why I keep a mask on, when I'm in fredk trap spot, Try to rob me and I'm giving out face shots My tracks still open, even when the jades hot, Couple my switch house I don't do the same spot, Eating noodles cooking dope, damn in the same pot, First of the month, holiday if you're trapping hard, Gotta be smart and you gotta have heart, Keep it good when is dark, run upon me let it spark See this trap life shit, made you bound to be a santtana You ain't talking money you can't fit up in my risms, I'll let my money talk, but you put this pistol to your temple.
Fredo Santana — Snatch His Chain (ft. Gino Marley & Chief Keef)
Desktop Google Chrome Windows 8. Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half Verse I just went off on my command, Caught a millie out from his neck, Flexin like you want a lot of reject, Bitch don't give me respect, Seven thirty my way or get the tec Kill them nigga for nothing but the set Knew a fat cat, vet, exotic pet Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that What's next, kill the minivan, all black, Now what's up?
Mi perfil Enviar letra Mensajes Editar Salir. Hook I grew up around some trap spots Coming in, make sure them doors locked This my spot, try to rob and get shot, Them fiends pop know its money when them doors knock Stole top, two words cook them one pot Red dots, 30 shots and black blocks The hood hot, move my spot to a new spot Same block it's the crib with the cash lot I got it late night around half guts.
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I got a 40 takr scale if I was on some crack. Verse Real street nigga, I was born in the trap spot, Mix and go, baggin rocks in the traffic spot, You don't got the glock so, we don't keep this door lock Gotta watch these faces, some of these niggas be cops, Trapped about work, but really taking snap shots That's why I keep a mask on, when I'm in the trap spot, Try to rob me and I'm giving out face shots My tracks still open, even when the jades hot, Couple my switch house I don't do the same spot, Eating noodles cooking dope, damn in the same pot, First sanyana the month, santama if you're trapping hard, Gotta be smart and you gotta have heart, Keep it good when is dark, run upon me let mo3 spark See this trap life shit, made you bound to be a fellon You ain't talking money you can't fit up in my schedule, I'll let my money talk, but you put this pistol to your temple.
I got a 40 on scale if I was on some crack. Auto rolagem Texto Restaurar Corrigir letra Imprimir. If we're getting round the clock, will be all on the block In the store, in the alley, tryin to get it round the clock.
Compartir en Facebook Compartir en Twitter. Quiero recibir notificaciones de artistas destacados y noticias. Verse I just went off on my command, Caught a millie out from his neck, Flexin like santaana want a lot of reject, Bitch don't mpp3 me respect, Seven thirty my way or get the tec Kill them nigga for nothing but the set Knew a fat cat, vet, exotic pet Red bone wife, red bottoms and all that What's next, kill the minivan, all black, Now what's up?
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