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wtfLife Video (MV)




Performed By: Trapbo' Chad
Language: English
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Trapbo' Chad - wtfLife Lyrics




Boy this shit aint gon' change, just stay in your lane
People gon' try to get into your brain
Say whatchu thank better make it your way
Stayin the same i aint savin no dame
Leavin these ho just as fast as they came
Fake as the bag used to carry your thangs
Back on my shit ho remember my name
F*ck keepin quiet my shit gon' bang
Movin in silence, 3 different wireless
I got a cricket a boost and verizon
I know i'm polished let go my side bitch
Can't f*ck witt shawty that pussy got mileage
Dropped outta college, run up my profit
Walkin my wallebees straight on yo noggin
Loyalty foreign don't f*ck with nobody
None of that, let em in one time let em run it back (out)
Take two never happens so run a lap (out)
Lil ho i think i done told you want none of that (out)
I aint gon back down ima give it back
Never let a bitch down i'ma give her that
Trap gon go where the rest dont go
Bitch i dont fold i connect to the dough
Gimme that
Trap dont fold for the cash i go
Gimme that
All for the profit i fill up my pockets im on
Big up my supply
Never wait cause time will slip you by
Never care bout who when or why
Gotta my bag i holla bye
Boy these ho be talkin tellin lies
When a g walk in they look at i
Tryna do all things to catch my eye
Im on my grind dont be surprised

Im hit the gas ima do a lap
Hide the cash gotta couple stash/
Ima hit the dash nothin never lasts
Never tellem nothin to the grave w that
Knocka ho ion't play w that
Then its back to gettin paper jack
If you stack it boy what they could say w that
Just show em don't tellem i favor that
Baby just save me that
I know what it do so don't play me that
When i give you a taste better savor that
Then i'm back on my route where the paper at
Wit a bag on my back hope i make it back
Never know what can happen, im sayin that
Better watch how you move, no mistaking that
Boy if you playin don't know where you playin at
Wish you could take it back
We never lose
I been on my shit for a minute im cool
Some people just shoot
It aint whatchu talkin its all whatchu do
Gimme my loot, i ain't gon shoot
I got no top aye lil bitch ima fool
How ima lose? bitch i aint you
Run to the bank and look back at my coup
Stop that
Free livin on got it cheap for low
Never leave no more, tag team for the dough
What i keep on runnin when i reach my goal
I defeat my foes
Then ride out
Pullup in a bucket then slide out
Timing to go, got a 5 to my 4
When i see them coming, ima lock my door
Im speedin off, know dat
Walked in
When the shit get deep dont fall in
And i want it
So i do what i got im smooth on clock
I'm on it
Better yet i lead my role, never leave til i beat my foe
Tryna get em leave me lone, but they wont and they broke issa joke
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English

Boy this shit aint gon' change, just stay in your lane
People gon' try to get into your brain
Say whatchu thank better make it your way
Stayin the same i aint savin no dame
Leavin these ho just as fast as they came
Fake as the bag used to carry your thangs
Back on my shit ho remember my name
F*ck keepin quiet my shit gon' bang
Movin in silence, 3 different wireless
I got a cricket a boost and verizon
I know i'm polished let go my side bitch
Can't f*ck witt shawty that pussy got mileage
Dropped outta college, run up my profit
Walkin my wallebees straight on yo noggin
Loyalty foreign don't f*ck with nobody
None of that, let em in one time let em run it back (out)
Take two never happens so run a lap (out)
Lil ho i think i done told you want none of that (out)
I aint gon back down ima give it back
Never let a bitch down i'ma give her that
Trap gon go where the rest dont go
Bitch i dont fold i connect to the dough
Gimme that
Trap dont fold for the cash i go
Gimme that
All for the profit i fill up my pockets im on
Big up my supply
Never wait cause time will slip you by
Never care bout who when or why
Gotta my bag i holla bye
Boy these ho be talkin tellin lies
When a g walk in they look at i
Tryna do all things to catch my eye
Im on my grind dont be surprised

Im hit the gas ima do a lap
Hide the cash gotta couple stash/
Ima hit the dash nothin never lasts
Never tellem nothin to the grave w that
Knocka ho ion't play w that
Then its back to gettin paper jack
If you stack it boy what they could say w that
Just show em don't tellem i favor that
Baby just save me that
I know what it do so don't play me that
When i give you a taste better savor that
Then i'm back on my route where the paper at
Wit a bag on my back hope i make it back
Never know what can happen, im sayin that
Better watch how you move, no mistaking that
Boy if you playin don't know where you playin at
Wish you could take it back
We never lose
I been on my shit for a minute im cool
Some people just shoot
It aint whatchu talkin its all whatchu do
Gimme my loot, i ain't gon shoot
I got no top aye lil bitch ima fool
How ima lose? bitch i aint you
Run to the bank and look back at my coup
Stop that
Free livin on got it cheap for low
Never leave no more, tag team for the dough
What i keep on runnin when i reach my goal
I defeat my foes
Then ride out
Pullup in a bucket then slide out
Timing to go, got a 5 to my 4
When i see them coming, ima lock my door
Im speedin off, know dat
Walked in
When the shit get deep dont fall in
And i want it
So i do what i got im smooth on clock
I'm on it
Better yet i lead my role, never leave til i beat my foe
Tryna get em leave me lone, but they wont and they broke issa joke
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