Fax Machine (feat. TRAQULA)

Fax Machine (feat. TRAQULA) کے بول

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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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She belongs to the street Yes she do, but where she at though? To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last four Homie said: Ayy yo' Traq, where your last ho'? I don't know, but it wouldn't gonna last though Making money bitch, I'm a bankroll I don't know you, stay the hell out my payroll Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh Cracka boutta pull up with that assist, uh Fuck 'Rona, bitch, I'm a grownup I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner Bad bitch, I ain't fuck with a thot I'm never pickin' up, I'd be duckin' a lot Gotta stack-stack in the back-back Whole 'lotta cheese, call it pepper Jack on me Gotta whole 'lotta bangers on deck I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch But why the fuck you always cappin', G? I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine She said, we had a thing, but I don't know her Fuck a Bentley truck, I was whippin' my Corolla If you talkin' shit, I'ma leave you in a coma Bad bitch, big bang, got rich, no diploma Double G in my suit and my tie Eight-gram zoot, oh shoot and I'm high Talk shit ain't it, please don't try No drip, no bitch, can you please go cry? I be turnin' shit up on the beat, mm, just a itty-bitty Bag an Uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty Whole crew goin' mad in the city with me Put it in her butt, mm, will she even let me? I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes I feel like I might lose control Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes I feel like I might lose control Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah But why the fuck you always cappin', G? I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, like Why the fuck you always cappin', G? I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, bitch