TRAPGOLD…TRAPGOLD…
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I got twenty racks on my new jeans
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I got ten more in my blue jeans
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I walk in then I turn up
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Pimp tight liked I'm permed up
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I heard broke bitches talkin' like they rollin' like us
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Man, these bitches sound shermed up
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And these bitches be mad at us
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Because these bitches so down to fuck
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Claim that shit
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I can bang that shit
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Fuck me, fuck a ten, I'mma train that bitch
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I hope you ain't wife that bitch
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Cuz I know a couple homies that'll pipe that bitch
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Lights out
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Put you in a night gown
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And your bitch chose me because you walk out with
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My ass sick and my drinks mixed
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Say I'm sicker say no shit
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And all my flows….
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Closed case, I'm killin' shit
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Heard you flung, not feeling shit
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(…)
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My brand right and I'm on one and these bitches don't want none
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(these bitches don't want none)
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(…)
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I shine right cuz I grind, bitch hated on mine
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My heart tatted, I'm authentic it's clear to see it's my time (x4)
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Bac 2 Tha Future (My Time)
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| Iggy Azalea |
