Lyrics Tia & Tamera - Trabajarie , QpOnabeat

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