Tracksuit Lyrics – Smokingskul
Singer: Smokingskul
Title: Tracksuit
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All orange tracksuit like a mug
I got a Glock-40 not no sub’
I feel like Whitney in the tub
Wait, blood who that is cuz’?
I’m in that tinted coupe, that’s a must
b#tch, I’m trappin’ till dusk
Now these n#gg#s tryna f#ck with us
You want you a feat, that’s two-fifty
Masked up, he don’t know who hit ’em
That n#gg# dead, he gon’ take his crew with ’em
I put three-five in the aluminum
All white tracksuit like I’m sick in the head
I’m sippin’ on purp’, I’m sick of the red
I’m in the mystery van like Daphne and Fred
They took my lingo, they ain’t give me no cred’
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