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K.L.U.B. Monsta - Satchmo in the Trapspot (feat. Kevin Carter) Lyrics




We been at it for a sec nigga in and out the sessions
But this beat here completely fire
Yeah the monstas back at it we been working like some addicts
Watch this record we eat and devour
Get back
Nigga we still in the house
With that shit that they need in the south
We ain't with the playing
We just hear the people saying
Y'all music the city just needing it now
Satchmo in the Trapspot
Nigga came up from the have nots
Watching OG's ducking police
To much traffic make the whole block hot
Put the dope in truck or the trunk of the old box top chevy impala
Kitchen nigga whipping make it wala
Satchel with the pitching he a all star
Feds get to going through your call logs
You know how these niggas wanna small talk
Buddy had the pack and the juice started using
Drug abuse have em all fall off
Just tales in the hood where we come from
Made it out
Ion want your cheers or your pom poms
This a Different World trying to Ron it like i'm Johnson
Marching to my own drum nigga it's a tom tom

YEAH WE FREE
YEAH WE FREE
YEAH WE FREE
But still these f*ckers want to act like we they property
Tell the police get the gotdamn hands up off of me
Celebrate our month and year everyday black history

From da souffff how da pimp say
Kick game umma sensei
Old school wit the template
Mama had da finger waves no dikembe
Jesus yezzus dats Kim bae
Country cousin making moonshine
Wolf howling when the moon shine
Shit on my 1 2 like it's noon time
Shit I fell off and came back a few times
Everybody rapping on do rhymes
Just me talking when it's flu time
Long nights sleeping on a futon
To make dis-count like ah coupon
Bitch I got it going dis the north side
Bitch ah probably pop it for porsche ride
Uncle late night on da porch live
My nigga met ah bih now his head gone
Country nigga lot shit said wrong
Gutter I was breed on nigga just talking till the bread on
Bread off put da beats on em like the head phones
F*ck what he got see I choose
To not give leg room fiat
I from ah city where niggas give u the reebok
Pump
Bitches run the kitte we got trunk
Through racism we got trump
Yeah right blind but yet we see
Nigga trying shine like l-e- d
Gotta call from my cuzz in the lbc
Say he hit ah lick now he p.l.u.g
And fa da l.o.dub
He mail ole cuzz
Dat nigga 2 L A like Mello gul

Smoke alarms no candles here
Trail behind no standing near
I hang around and enlightening circle that top down see chandelier
Mispronounce my name got love for Kevin
Hey listen doll I'm no cavalier
On the road to gold need room to brake just ventilate need a path to steer
No judging me
Can't f*ck with me
Put a fork in him see cutlery
Get a swig of Josh get a shot of Joe when it come to me no cup of tea
That black face and them unk toms on a real note kinda suck to me
A thick chick swallow missiles how happy my world could be
A black man with no problems how happy my world could be
I know y'all can blow pops so guess what I'm sucker free
A laceration in beat making no what a cut to me
Foot up off of your neck let me ease off love for me
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We been at it for a sec nigga in and out the sessions
But this beat here completely fire
Yeah the monstas back at it we been working like some addicts
Watch this record we eat and devour
Get back
Nigga we still in the house
With that shit that they need in the south
We ain't with the playing
We just hear the people saying
Y'all music the city just needing it now
Satchmo in the Trapspot
Nigga came up from the have nots
Watching OG's ducking police
To much traffic make the whole block hot
Put the dope in truck or the trunk of the old box top chevy impala
Kitchen nigga whipping make it wala
Satchel with the pitching he a all star
Feds get to going through your call logs
You know how these niggas wanna small talk
Buddy had the pack and the juice started using
Drug abuse have em all fall off
Just tales in the hood where we come from
Made it out
Ion want your cheers or your pom poms
This a Different World trying to Ron it like i'm Johnson
Marching to my own drum nigga it's a tom tom

YEAH WE FREE
YEAH WE FREE
YEAH WE FREE
But still these f*ckers want to act like we they property
Tell the police get the gotdamn hands up off of me
Celebrate our month and year everyday black history

From da souffff how da pimp say
Kick game umma sensei
Old school wit the template
Mama had da finger waves no dikembe
Jesus yezzus dats Kim bae
Country cousin making moonshine
Wolf howling when the moon shine
Shit on my 1 2 like it's noon time
Shit I fell off and came back a few times
Everybody rapping on do rhymes
Just me talking when it's flu time
Long nights sleeping on a futon
To make dis-count like ah coupon
Bitch I got it going dis the north side
Bitch ah probably pop it for porsche ride
Uncle late night on da porch live
My nigga met ah bih now his head gone
Country nigga lot shit said wrong
Gutter I was breed on nigga just talking till the bread on
Bread off put da beats on em like the head phones
F*ck what he got see I choose
To not give leg room fiat
I from ah city where niggas give u the reebok
Pump
Bitches run the kitte we got trunk
Through racism we got trump
Yeah right blind but yet we see
Nigga trying shine like l-e- d
Gotta call from my cuzz in the lbc
Say he hit ah lick now he p.l.u.g
And fa da l.o.dub
He mail ole cuzz
Dat nigga 2 L A like Mello gul

Smoke alarms no candles here
Trail behind no standing near
I hang around and enlightening circle that top down see chandelier
Mispronounce my name got love for Kevin
Hey listen doll I'm no cavalier
On the road to gold need room to brake just ventilate need a path to steer
No judging me
Can't f*ck with me
Put a fork in him see cutlery
Get a swig of Josh get a shot of Joe when it come to me no cup of tea
That black face and them unk toms on a real note kinda suck to me
A thick chick swallow missiles how happy my world could be
A black man with no problems how happy my world could be
I know y'all can blow pops so guess what I'm sucker free
A laceration in beat making no what a cut to me
Foot up off of your neck let me ease off love for me
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Writer: Jonel Dates, Joshua Bailey, Kelvin Ricks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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