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Westtsew - Trapicanas lyrics

Artist: Westtsew

album: Trapicanas


I'm a need my money
Mute the mic
It's different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled a Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up
Different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled this Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up
Yeeeaahhh
I'm a all star Trapicana (West sir)
Overkill it like I'm Peezy from Alabama
(Haaaaa)
I'm Honeykomb Brazy I cock the hammer
Got the bag off 3 hoes I'm the black Santa
You ain't no go getter lil mama then I can't get at you
That means that you can't handle my business I'm getting rid of you
(I get rid of you)
Cause I be getting lost in them trenches, I'm a criminal (I'm a criminal)
Forever screaming crime pays, surfing through this crime wave (Haaaaa)
I done always had the work, but not the 9-5 way (West)
That mean I paid the cost to be the boss, not 69 way (Yeeeaahhh)
Whole life goin against the grain, I'm a grinder (N****)
Mafia City I'm Godfather, holla
It's different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled a Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up
Different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled this Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Ok
A player in a Polo, a mack in sneakers
(I'm mackin)
Bunch of paper in my pockets I'm a trapper keeper (Gettin money)
New lingo for tha trappers we some Trapicanas
I come from Boulder Manor, Arm and Hammer, and a Fanta (Eastside)
Hustlin is a habit, get like me, we on some David Banner (David Banner)
We eatin over here look, I ain't got no table manners (I don't)
This that Tropicana propaganda, pimp I got the juice, I speak the truth, 100 proof
I reap the fruits, its Nappy Roots
I can't lie, no I can't lie (I can't)
You weird n***** be the reason I'm so anti
We different type of n***** listen I am Him not them (uh-un)
Big body Benz patna I don't ride stock rims n**** it's Mouthpie$e (Mouthpie$e)
It's different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled a Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up
Different type of n***** in this city we some Trapicanas
(You know I need my money)
Any dough she make yea that hoe gone hand us (I need that)
Whole seal gone I just filled this Fanta
You ain't livin like we livin gone and get ya bands up

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