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• Artiste: PayGotti
• Titre: Trenches
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though? Ayy (Diego) Said I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I keep it on my lap Dick-suckers want my head and johnnies breathin' down my back Stand on business, bitch, if you ain't got no B's, then, bro, relax I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch? Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and cop pleas Pop a opp, then two up top, bad hoes up in the spot Back then was doin' bad, but now I'm walkin' with a knot Crash, creep and tuck the Glock, fall off, then I'ma flock Best put your faith in God 'cause you can't duck a hundred shots I kinda like the way I live, been the same since we was kids For nights when I had nothin' up on my plate, I do it big Swap P80 for the SIG, dead suckers mixed with blend At night I go to sleep and in my dreams see Debra Ann Never fold and never bend, chop stick from Pakistan Can't speak on brother name 'cause he hopped out and got his mans Popped me once, but not again, showboatin' to the win Trained to go, I'm all in public tryna yank the F&N Said I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I keep it on my lap Dick-suckers want my head and johnnies breathin' down my back Stand on business, bitch, if you ain't got no B's, then, bro, relax I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch? Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and coppin' pleas Nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though? Nigga, ayy, ayy Huh