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L Jinny - Pop That Trunk lyrics

[Intro]
Money on my head now (money, money)
Many drop top livin' all that
I'm a fuckin' top top
Yaseen

[Verse 1: Yaseen Rosay]
If they ever put the money on my head
Then tell em put the price up, and whatever is coming for me
Be ready to give your life up [?]
Going down like no bitch, how you think I got my stripes up
And you goin' down with me even if its suicidal
Doin [?] how we riding, 15 I had it hidden [?]
Right, about where my dicers, best believe I exorcise it
Realist How my life is, these pussies stay your liers
Even though they move like snakes, still I keep it like a lion
Yeah, a lion in this jungle, and bitch I had to hustle
Bitch I did some shit that I regret that's why I'm trouble (trouble)
Bitch come out of my house cause you never understand me
I don't need a sket, I need a wife with a family
All these sins, all these sins and they eating up my conscience
Now I'm back by this judge and he's waitin' up my prospect
I'll stand up in your court but I will never call you honor
And I'm in god's hands so bitch do you what you wanna
I don't wanna puff this marijuana but I think I have to
[?] be dramas that I'm always back to
[?] the mac and ride out
Bitch call you soft fuck
That give me six squirts
I'm make this bitch bucks now

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) fuckin' being sanic
Two for you, pussy sing free your bitches
I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches
Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits
(6 digits) 6 digits
Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits
(6 digits) 6 digits
I dare you hide the price fuckin' g ho

[Verse 2: L Jinny]
Puttin' money on my hand don't put that under your bed
Tell em I'm comin' instead gratata drumin' and ted
I ain't lookin' back wallahi they should get jacked
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Akhi come down with the ting gratata [?]
No word of lie in order to burden in the sky
I ain't gassed from nothin', Wallahi they try to murder me twice
Soon I'll be back to revenge akis are packin' a sken
No one will be in humble family this won't happen again, this won't happen again
Expect no love in these streets, so what I'll handle the pain
Just in [?] slugs that he's needs raaa
Come next month caught up I'll be duckin' police
I kept it humble and peace for these fuckers under my feet
I did it when he show me and they love now
But they don't wanna know me bring the rap round
I did it when phone me when my funds down
But the rappers trappin' lonely do their sounds loud
Its fake love (fake)
Fake love (fake)
Fake love
I'm sick of this fake love

[Verse 3: ESA]
Ayo I'm tired up [?] about my enemies
The way I'm livin' I ain't meant [?]
Seen alot of shit I ain't meant to see on the street
Getting ain't no peace
Who's real who's fake like let me see
Put money on my head and I won't let you breathe
In a soul and my head don't let it sleep
Wanna roll late night till the sun I see
All the sure I see, but your truancy
These fake motherfuckers and the true as me
Don't move like check you when its cost to beef
More like flask and silk the heat
Don't come around me with Bad energy, I know bad fights
And these mad times, I see mad signs
Mad nights you better act right
Or at least that will happen is mad fight

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) fuckin' being sanic
Two for you, pussy sing free your bitches
I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches
Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits
(6 digits) 6 digits
Put the money on my head and best be 6 digits (6 digits) 6 digits
(6 digits) 6 digits
I dare you hide the price fuckin' g ho

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