Lyrics:
High School Higher Than An Negal Eye
I Think That They Should Legalize My Flow Stronger Than Turpentine
Trafficking Like Bailey Brick Is Standing Cross
a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned
To trafficking from peddling
coupe into a Toyota
Seatbelt, rental car, I'm trafficking
It's blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African
Quit puttin' your bag on that 'Gram, boy this
tattoo symbols of my label
Driving and trafficking rhymes, tongues sharp as African knives
We what's happening to your wives while you're at nine
trafficking a gwaan
What is goin on God gone nah beat every born
Nah tough a just buss mi a....
Chorus:
Ghost & The Prembroke Call Choir:
All we are
trafficking a gwaan
What is goin on God gone nah beat every born
Nah tough a just buss mi a....
Chorus:
Ghost & The Prembroke Call Choir:
All we are
ain't wasting no breath
Sometimes I take a flight trips of trafficking white
Sometimes I leave my wife and spend a night with my dyke
Sometimes I sip
trafficking (of course)
Show up to them black tie affairs so immaculate (that's nice)
Like yeah, we used to hand and hand grams (yeah)
Now it's big money
Yeah
Human trafficking, we got these hoes for sale, yeah
Yeah
I got the venture door fully, yeah
I'm mixing Act in all my sushi, uh oh oh
I
modelling agencies and services
If you think about dabbling but beware
There's certain agencies that are just arm wraps for human trafficking
But don't be
purposed confusion
Black human trafficking or blood transfusion?
Black rage is founded on these kinds of things
Victims of violence both psyche and body
Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8
Possible drug trafficking suspect
Racing wing on the GT4
I'm finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean
bitch oh yeah, she 'bout it bitch
Trafficking a lot of bricks
I'm like TI, don't have to buy a lot of clips
Bitch ass niggas mad
Love to talk a lot
of Jaws
The grills like, interior gauze
It feels like, still white
Matching Missoni looks African on me
They tryin' pin the trafficking on me like Mano
a pound hit the town like key-notes
I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs,
go on tours like I'm trafficking drugs
(I got what y'all need)
Who want
Lost touch with a ting I used to link
I heard she went to jail for trafficking
Grind up, daddy never put the time in
Never told him I was mad at him
of fear
That I'm trafficking
Years of sleep have made you blind
I made the bed your in
As I lead the child to war again
Heaven lives in every gun
I damn
I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
(It's Budda Beats)
Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I'm on a vacation, dive in
Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8
Possible drug trafficking suspect
Racing wing on the GT4
I'm finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean
trafficking a gwaan
What is goin on God gone nah beat every born
Nah tough a just buss mi a....
Chorus:
Ghost & The Prembroke Call Choir:
All we are
on the payroll
Clap, you sniff some yayo, Dikeman got that yayo
Heights got that yayo, Forlter got that yayo
Broadway got that yayo
Yayo yayo trafficking that
said that you're a pure dummy
Instead I'm trafficking in traffic out across country
Dear mama your son turned to a floss junky
So I stepped into
on Lil Baby, hmm
Sippin' in my designer, hmm
Drip down my attire, hmm
All my bitches trafficking, hmm
No safety on that Glock
On Pablo, ain't no need
of hunger baby, you can hear my heart yell
Went to Mexico, got with a cartel
Back in at it, four four and mac again
Trafficking, mom said you itching
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