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TRAPSUPERHERO
Branco; M Huncho
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You either die a hero or you live long
Enough to see yourself become the villain
Smokin' exotic, this whip is exotic
I'm geekin' and tweakin', I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my mind
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the raids
Trap super hero with mask and a cape
Workin' like crazy, this mula I'm gettin'
If she fuckin' a rapper, na, I won't be hittin' it
Rings on my finger, I Jordan and Pippen it
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kickin' it, yeah-ah
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still breakin' it, huh-huh
Mama, forgive me, jeg forvandlede hele blokken til et traphouse
Men jeg har en datter på vej, og du ved, din søn, vi' never back out
Bring dem gats out
Hva' ved de om smerte, brormand, tro mig, os, vi kender ka'
Hvis de ta'r en af vores, vi ta'r fem af deres
Alle spinner blokken, der' ingen vinder her
Baby, I can't control it
Alle mine guns, de' locked and loaded
Ny Prada belt, har købt cash
Min young gun tror, det' svinet stjålet
Smokin' exotic, this whip is exotic
I'm geekin' and tweakin', I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my mind
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the raids
Trap super hero with mask and a cape
Workin' like crazy, this mula I'm gettin'
If she fuckin' a rapper, na, I won't be hittin' it
Rings on my finger, I Jordan and Pippen it
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kickin' it, yeah-ah
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still breakin' it, huh-huh
Fresh ud af bando med bricks i bagagen
Hvis jeg nu bli'r stoppet, så ser jeg ikk' børnene læng'
Har lavet femten milli' op' på Sony
Jeg ejer min master, men fuck de der børnepenge
Ved du hva' pengene, de gør ved dem? Ey
Glem de der labels, de' børnehjem, ey
Bror, vi har intet at gør' med dem, ey
De ringer, men vi vil ikk' ha' rørt ved dem, ey
Hva' ved de om ti bricks i det traphouse
Og et album, bassen maks, og naboen klager?
Young Bror done turned that shit up
Big bier back, der' ikk' nabo mer'
Smokin' exotic, this whip is exotic
I'm geekin' and tweakin', I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my mind
I'm feelin' like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the raids
Trap super hero with mask and a cape
Workin' like crazy, this mula I'm gettin'
If she fuckin' a rapper, na, I won't be hittin' it
Rings on my finger, I Jordan and Pippen it
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kickin' it, yeah-ah
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still breakin' it, huh-huh