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Money Man & Trauma Tone “Bad Intentions” (TraumaMan)

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/tra... Lyrics Yea yea Yea yea Drippin on ni**** like rain drops Just hit a bi*** she from Bangkok I got the game in head lock They hear my sh** and they head nod I took a L I’m like why God They see them racks they like my God I got a foreign in my garage These ni**** coming with bad intentions These bi***** coming with bad intentions Fresh like the dead just risen She shake her ass to the rhythm Stacking for all my children I feel your vibe inside Ima load up the sticks and ride Ima commit a homicide The streets got me traumatized I’m tired of all the lies I’m beating all the odds I’m spotting all the frauds Sold a bag at the travel lodge I’m tryna live lavishly Plugs send packs to me I get em off rapidly She pretty with confidence She got plenty of common Spence She gon ride like a steed baby All this jewelry gon freeze baby Do you trust me This weed musty Got gas like pump 3 We swiping living free Got outdoor 7 a piece They can’t shit on me been winning recently Finna go flood the piece Finna go rip a beat Drop 10 bags on my young ni*** He try me he a dumb ni*** Pull up in the hood doing doughnuts Told my ni*** all roll up Getting to the racks feel so good Damn her pu*** feel so good Eating everyday like soul food Organic weed like Whole Foods These ni*** act for the cameras Me and her f*** like a animal These ni*** mad cause I’m talented Burning this money like a candle lighting Me fall off that’s a strange sighting My chain like a star that shine the brightest All these strains I’m clearly higher All these stones they mesmerizing She no that I’m a boss and she recognize it All these green trips I got extra mileage All the brain she give she got extra mileage We on rodeo we swipe for Chanel We in the bay and we weigh up them bales Peruvian weave and she color her nails D&G t shirt I caught it on sale Mailed out a bag so I’m checking the mail I no the federal shot on my trail Her pu*** so good that I’m under a spell Risking my freedom I’m feeling compelled I’m bonding right out when they take me to jail All of these flavors I’m making these sales Hacking in shit and I did it with Dells Ni**** be scary the run and they tell Ni*** be bi*** they tucking they tail I’ll leave a hole in yo head like a whale I got that green tea that cabbage that kale Drippin on ni**** like rain drops Just hit a bi*** she from Bangkok I got the game in head lock They hear my sh** and they head nod I took a L I’m like why God They see them racks they like my God I got a foreign in my garage These ni**** coming with bad intentions These bi***** coming with bad intentions Fresh like the dead just risen She shake her ass to the rhythm Stacking for all my children I feel your vibe inside Ima load up the sticks and ride Ima commit a homicide The streets got me traumatized I’m tired of all the lies I’m beating all the odds I’m spotting all the frauds Sold a bag at the travel lodge I’m tryna live lavishly Plugs send packs to me I get em off rapidly She pretty with confidence She got plenty of common Spence She gon ride like a steed baby All this jewelry gon freeze baby