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Mahogany
by JohnnyTra$h X Happy Art
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Yeah
Uhh
It's that Cult shit nigga
People on Drugs
Hahaha
Ahh
Service with a smile
Welcome
Uh uh
TRA$HMAN
Suede suits in the rain
So many slugs in his frame
He won't feel his brain
Optimus prime
Switching up with the rhymes
I can transform to diesel
With the thoughts in my mind
Posing with my pistol in my pants
Thumb in my belt loop
Fire spitter my nigga
I'm here to melt loops
Mommas on crack cocaine
That was the city life
Las Vegas babies with the ladies
With them titties like
Fifteen years old slanging eighties
To the gritty whites
Whoop a niggas ass everyday
Just to get me stripes
Tossing ancient artifacts
Bitch this ain't your fathers raps
Spend a couple days in my trap
He'll have a heart attack
The toast is chrome
Anti-social so i boast alone
Hold the phone
This white bitch
Look like Post Malone
I'm on the corner slanging drugs
For a meal
Heart bigger than Shaquille
But the love isn't real
I'm working hard to get a mill
Leave you plugged with the steel
And dap you up cuz I'm real
And i don't want you to kill
Yeah
Uhh
It's that Cult shit nigga
People on Drugs
Hahaha
Ahh
Service with a smile
Welcome
Uh uh
TRA$HMAN
Suede suits in the rain
So many slugs in his frame
He won't feel his brain
Optimus prime
Switching up with the rhymes
I can transform to diesel
With the thoughts in my mind
Posing with my pistol in my pants
Thumb in my belt loop
Fire spitter my nigga
I'm here to melt loops
Mommas on crack cocaine
That was the city life
Las Vegas babies with the ladies
With them titties like
Fifteen years old slanging eighties
To the gritty whites
Whoop a niggas ass everyday
Just to get me stripes
Tossing ancient artifacts
Bitch this ain't your fathers raps
Spend a couple days in my trap
He'll have a heart attack
The toast is chrome
Anti-social so i boast alone
Hold the phone
This white bitch
Look like Post Malone
I'm on the corner slanging drugs
For a meal
Heart bigger than Shaquille
But the love isn't real
I'm working hard to get a mill
Leave you plugged with the steel
And dap you up cuz I'm real
And i don't want you to kill
