MP3: Three 6 Mafia ft. Project Pat, Young D & Superpower - Lolli Lo (2008) [www.RnB4U.in]-Three 6 Mafia ft. Project Pat, Young D & Superpower - Lolli Lo (2008) [www.RnB4U.in]
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I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
I make the trap, boom, boom
I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off For those who cominâ through, this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in âScarfaceâ nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla Got killers posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger Her-on is so intense, the syrup goinâ by the ounce Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce
See, I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick Snowinâ out the door with a Glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track boom, boom, without even touchinâ it As for my black [Incomprehensible] I'm just supplyinâ it I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up Call my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up
I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
His dope sales are up, a nigga feelinâ bellish His pockets swellinâ up âcause e'rything he's sellinâ The heat is on the street, my niggaz gettinâ jealous The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed âcause these niggaz still tellinâ To lock this nigga up a two time felon This boy ain't bullshittinâ, he'll kick in doors and kill 'em And hide them bodies good, that you can't even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so, fuck who in your crib This gangster life, he livinâ it so, fuck your wife and kids These janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live
I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom I make the trap, boom, boom
I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls I got soft, I got hard I got pills, I got balls
You know the worst part about sellinâ dope Is 80 percent of black people in jail Because of drugs, domestic violence and murder So you should think about that Get your life together my nigga
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