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Unreleased Emotions Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh Trapout
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Mekhi Martin




Luh Trapout - Unreleased Emotions Lyrics
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Lil Trap and in diss bitch
Really, I miss you song type shit
You feel me
They took my brother ain't gon' cap f*cked up so bad
Speak on H, we yo ass I'm gettin' mad, might go And crash
Doin' 80 on a dash, I'm in the whip, bullets gon' Clash
My mental ain't f*ckin' right, I need the bros call up Luh spazz
And I don't got to earn no stripes , I took your pack, I passed the class
U said ah ball, go for about 80
U Tryna tax go do the math
And when the f*ck was you en gangsta, ain't
Touch ah nails above my finger
You see the bros, they screamin danger ', aint come to' play, I'll really hang ya
I miss the bros so f*ckin' bad
Remember when we touched a bag
One dead , and one in jail, that shit is really f*ckin' sad
I miss my bro, what the f*ck goin' on
Remember them times , we was pushing sum strong
I turn that nigga to some ash , they speak on you, they hella strong
Mari dead What the f*ck goin' on
And if ah , nigga speak on H, Dats 16 shots go to his dome
And Curt locked up, what the f*ck goin' on
Right hand man, that's my big bro, you know we so locked in for sure
Remember when you had that pole
Heart stoppers if you know you know
If it was me and you, against the world
Who in the world would f*ckin' stop us
I swore a nigga spoke on H, I motherf*ckin' dropped
It's free lil Curt and Long live Mari , bros, I miss you 4L
I swear my nigga Curt in the lock, he ain't gon' f*ckin' tell
Oh yeah, he say he smoking H, that nigga dead now, what's that smell
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Lil Trap and in diss bitch
Really, I miss you song type shit
You feel me
They took my brother ain't gon' cap f*cked up so bad
Speak on H, we yo ass I'm gettin' mad, might go And crash
Doin' 80 on a dash, I'm in the whip, bullets gon' Clash
My mental ain't f*ckin' right, I need the bros call up Luh spazz
And I don't got to earn no stripes , I took your pack, I passed the class
U said ah ball, go for about 80
U Tryna tax go do the math
And when the f*ck was you en gangsta, ain't
Touch ah nails above my finger
You see the bros, they screamin danger ', aint come to' play, I'll really hang ya
I miss the bros so f*ckin' bad
Remember when we touched a bag
One dead , and one in jail, that shit is really f*ckin' sad
I miss my bro, what the f*ck goin' on
Remember them times , we was pushing sum strong
I turn that nigga to some ash , they speak on you, they hella strong
Mari dead What the f*ck goin' on
And if ah , nigga speak on H, Dats 16 shots go to his dome
And Curt locked up, what the f*ck goin' on
Right hand man, that's my big bro, you know we so locked in for sure
Remember when you had that pole
Heart stoppers if you know you know
If it was me and you, against the world
Who in the world would f*ckin' stop us
I swore a nigga spoke on H, I motherf*ckin' dropped
It's free lil Curt and Long live Mari , bros, I miss you 4L
I swear my nigga Curt in the lock, he ain't gon' f*ckin' tell
Oh yeah, he say he smoking H, that nigga dead now, what's that smell
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Writer: Mekhi Martin
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