Stay away from my treasure, rape the track like chester, big stacks on top of racks and I weigh it to the nearest measure, chain so cold it need a sweater, but dont blame it on the weather, red bone with a tropic tan and she wearin everythang leather, I bust out like magic, stay in drug traffick, in da trunk theres 50 ki's with a choppa and a bolt action, if I see that paper ill grab it, cause ya know I gotta have it, and if ya dont give it up shit gonna get real tragic
( Trappaboy )
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