21 (Freestyle) Joey Trap

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[Intro]
(Lah) Yeah, look
(Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)

[Verse]
I got the shit for the streets
Benji won’t leave me in peace
I’m with yo bitch on the beach
Bet you ain’t know she a freak
I hop in this bitch with no roof on
She a fan but she only know two songs
I go hard in the paint wit my boots on
Bet you ain’t know a nigga had two phones
One for the work and the thots
One for the hits on the ops
Neither phones talk to the cops
We gotta beef send the shots
Spent 80 bands on a Richard mili
I met ya bitch down at magic city
Don’t know her name let me see her tittys
Many man hate me I feel like fifty
I got the power ghost
I took over my whole coast
I call it survival bro’s
You know what we Jackin
YRS x Polo my jacket
Ain’t talking rye , you toast
I - haha
I do this shit
Hahaha

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