Lyrics Tia & Tamera - Trabajarie , QpOnabeat , 111AM
Hot
box
kick
door
hitting
these
licks
Yo
bitch
love
when
she
chew
on
my
dick
Shawty
freaked
out
can't
run
outta
spit
Draco
FN
bussing
it
spit
Thirty
round
stick
with
a
Hunnid
round
clip
Yo
bitch
fucked
up
in
the
head
bout
this
It's
Biffle
Rd.
TRAB
running
through
the
lil
6
I
just
mixed
up
the
molly
and
xan
Dropped
it
in
a
drank
getting
higher
than
I
planned
Bitch
boujee
she
goin
need
a
lil
tan
Wit
a
fye
in
my
hand
FN
my
kin
Tia
& Tamera
hitting
sisters
they
twins
Imma
roll
a
backwood
on
the
jet
fly
to
france
I
ain't
wanna
fuck
the
hoe
cause
she
didn't
wanna
dance
Shawty
boring
if
she
ain't
shaking
ass
for
the
bands
When
I
walk
into
the
room
gotta
whole
bunch
of
fans
It's
TRAB
it's
TRAB
I'm
shaking
all
these
hands
All
these
niggas
round
me
fuck
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
Niggas
letting
off
shots
seen
the
lil
boy
ran
Yeen
bout
shit
yeen
talmbout
nun
we
was
sliding
on
the
opposition
my
niggas
gunning
Big
ass
stick
bout
tall
as
Paul
Bunyan
In
the
kitchen
with
the
work
cutting
up
the
lil
onion
Karate
kick
back
this
chopper
go
bow
If
I
get
a
quarter
pound
then
I'm
gonna
need
fries
This
a
East
Atlanta
sound
so
it's
gonna
be
fye
If
I
catch
you
down
bad
then
a
nigga
gonna
cry
This
shit
make
me
wanna
jugg
Nigga
door
locking
in
neighborhoods
If
I
seen
it
first
that
shit
was
took
Nigga
catch
a
nigga
hit
his
ass
wit
the
glock
Hot
box
kick
door
hitting
these
licks
Yo
bitch
love
when
she
chew
on
my
dick
Shawty
freaked
out
can't
run
outta
spit
Draco
FN
bussing
it
spit
Thirty
round
stick
with
a
Hunnid
round
clip
Yo
bitch
fucked
up
in
the
head
bout
this
It's
Biffle
Rd.
TRAB
running
through
the
lil
6
I
just
mixed
up
the
molly
and
xan
Dropped
it
in
a
drank
getting
higher
than
I
planned
Bitch
boujee
she
goin
need
a
lil
tan
Wit
a
fye
in
my
hand
FN
my
kin
Tia
& Tamera
hitting
sisters
they
twins
Imma
roll
a
backwood
on
the
jet
fly
to
france
I
ain't
wanna
fuck
the
hoe
cause
she
didn't
wanna
dance
Shawty
boring
if
she
ain't
shaking
ass
for
the
bands
When
I
walk
into
the
room
gotta
whole
bunch
of
fans
It's
TRAB
it's
TRAB
I'm
shaking
all
these
hands
All
these
niggas
round
me
fuck
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
Niggas
letting
off
shots
seen
the
lil
boy
ran
This
a
Brand
new
whip
don't
touch
my
car
Hop
in
don't
turn
shit
push
start
Please
don't
do
it
nigga
better
not
start
556 Bullets
stop
your
heart
I
been
with
the
shits
nigga
fuck
what
you
thought
Been
having
racks
nigga
fuck
what
you
bought
I
keep
a
stick
and
a
brick
in
the
vault
30
my
clip
to
carry
out
assaults
They
asked
what
it
cost
I
told
em
I'm
the
boss
Christian
Louboutin
I
use
to
shop
at
ross
Just
came
with
package
ion
mean
to
floss
She
wet
like
the
Ocean
baby
I'm
the
dock
You
need
the
prescription
baby
I'm
the
Doc
Big
racks
pockets
full
of
knots
If
it
ain't
bout
cash
ion
talk
Fuck
niggas
mad
why
not
Hot
box
kick
door
hitting
these
licks
Yo
bitch
love
when
she
chew
on
my
dick
Shawty
freaked
out
can't
run
outta
spit
Draco
FN
bussing
it
spit
Thirty
round
stick
with
a
Hunnid
round
clip
Yo
bitch
fucked
up
in
the
head
bout
this
It's
Biffle
Rd.
TRAB
running
through
the
lil
6
I
just
mixed
up
the
molly
and
xan
Dropped
it
in
a
drank
getting
higher
than
I
planned
Bitch
boujee
she
goin
need
a
lil
tan
Wit
a
fye
in
my
hand
FN
my
kin
Tia
& Tamera
hitting
sisters
they
twins
Imma
roll
a
backwood
on
the
jet
fly
to
france
I
ain't
wanna
fuck
the
hoe
cause
she
didn't
wanna
dance
Shawty
boring
if
she
ain't
shaking
ass
for
the
bands
When
I
walk
into
the
room
gotta
whole
bunch
of
fans
It's
TRAB
it's
TRAB
I'm
shaking
all
these
hands
All
these
niggas
round
me
fuck
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
Niggas
letting
off
shots
seen
the
lil
boy
ran
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