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• Artiste: Fivio Foreign
• Titre: Trus
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AXL (AXL, AXL) Uh Not like y'all and y'all not like us (No cap) Gun I trust (Baow) Gun I trust (Baow) Uh, let's do it, uh (Baow) Not like y'all, y'all not like us Uh, yeah (Baow) We not like y'all, y'all not like us (Nah) In the gun I trust (Baow) Uh, I'ma come right up Gotta watch the tooter 'cause the gun might bust (Grrt, baow), huh (Baow) Woo (Woo), everybody on the floor (Baow) We don't knock, we shoot through the door (Grrt) We give a fuck who the King of New York (Baow) I say what I mean when I talk, huh The hood ain't showin' no remorse (Baow) Gunfights in the hall (Baow) Bullets goin' through the walls (Uh, baow) My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah We cap the bitch on all fours We seem 'em, we on 'em (Huh) They do what I told 'еm We crossed evеry T and we dot every I And we watched every corner, look We meet at home, said you gon' know I'ma go when I call in the morning (Uh) And niggas know I always come in the mornings None of my niggas is mournin', uh (Ayy, baow) One up (One up), scorin' (Scorin') Shot good (Shot good), Jordan (Jordan) Ballin' (Ballin'), and we could put diamonds in our crosses (Ayy) See what happen when they cross us Losses, huh, they takin' losses, huh I turn my niggas into bosses They think I made it out If bro do a hit, I'ma pay 'em out Look at what they allow He never set up, he get bailed out (Bah) Free JayDee out the jailhouse I can't wait until you sail out He need a pack, I send the mail out He need a pack, I send the mail out We not like y'all, y'all not like us (Nah) In the gun I trust (Baow) Uh, I'ma come right up Gotta watch the tooter 'cause the gun might bust (Grrt, baow), huh (Baow) Woo (Woo), everybody on the floor (Baow) We don't knock, we shoot through the door (Grrt) We give a fuck who the King of New York (Baow) I say what I mean when I talk, huh The hood ain't showin' no remorse (Uh) Gunfights in the hall (Baow) Bullets goin' through the walls (Uh, baow) My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah We cap the bitch on all fours