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Better Days Video (MV)




Performed By: TrapSax
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: josh hancock




TrapSax - Better Days Lyrics
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I spit hard
I drip hard
There's nikey on my feet
You living lowkey
I'm living on fleek
I am the trap and
I represent my streets
Fresh wit da green
Sipping on some hennesy
Hot bars,burning all my enemies
Hot box I'm feeling the energy
Wats a Trap
Wit no Sax
Crack a pack
Cigies jiggies
Something that will catch
F*ck the math
I spit hard I drip hard
There's nikey on my feet
You Living lowkey
I'm living on fleek
I am the the trap
And I represent my streets
Fresh wit da green
Sipping on some hennesy
Hot bars burning all my enemies
Hot box I'm feeling the energy
What's the trap
Wit no sax
Crack a pack
Cigies jiggies
Something that will catch
F*ck the math
I spit hard I drip hard
These rappers get hiccups
I'm yung giving insults
The game,involved
On a real note
I just came 4 the real most
I got icy on my ris
Make the temperature drop
F*ck infections
Covet we over it now
Thinking bout life Solitairy
Stuck wit no life
Thinking bout better days
When the b*tches were out
I got bottles
En bongs that's wat everyone wants
Honestly
I'm trynna make it
Get my piece of the gold
If you hating on the vibe
I will teach you a song
It goes
I dont give a f*ck if you ain't no1
I got icy on my ris
Make the temperature drop
F*ck infections
Covet we over it now
Thinking bout life solitary
Stuck with no life
Thinking bout better days when the B*tch's were out
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English

I spit hard
I drip hard
There's nikey on my feet
You living lowkey
I'm living on fleek
I am the trap and
I represent my streets
Fresh wit da green
Sipping on some hennesy
Hot bars,burning all my enemies
Hot box I'm feeling the energy
Wats a Trap
Wit no Sax
Crack a pack
Cigies jiggies
Something that will catch
F*ck the math
I spit hard I drip hard
There's nikey on my feet
You Living lowkey
I'm living on fleek
I am the the trap
And I represent my streets
Fresh wit da green
Sipping on some hennesy
Hot bars burning all my enemies
Hot box I'm feeling the energy
What's the trap
Wit no sax
Crack a pack
Cigies jiggies
Something that will catch
F*ck the math
I spit hard I drip hard
These rappers get hiccups
I'm yung giving insults
The game,involved
On a real note
I just came 4 the real most
I got icy on my ris
Make the temperature drop
F*ck infections
Covet we over it now
Thinking bout life Solitairy
Stuck wit no life
Thinking bout better days
When the b*tches were out
I got bottles
En bongs that's wat everyone wants
Honestly
I'm trynna make it
Get my piece of the gold
If you hating on the vibe
I will teach you a song
It goes
I dont give a f*ck if you ain't no1
I got icy on my ris
Make the temperature drop
F*ck infections
Covet we over it now
Thinking bout life solitary
Stuck with no life
Thinking bout better days when the B*tch's were out
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Writer: josh hancock
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