paroles de chanson Trap Luv - Yo Gotti , Rick Ross
I'm
in
a
jungle
Lions,
tigers
and
gorillas
and
shit
nigga
It's
a
lot
of
monkey
ass
niggas
out
here
too
'Lotta
hustle
nigga
Rules,
laws,
strategy
10
million
dollars
later
I'm
a
blessing
nigga
How
a
nigga
rich
but
still
stressing
nigga
Glock
.40,
Smith
& Wesson
nigga
Streets
will
never
ever
stop
testing
niggas
Youngin'
give
'em
a
head
shot,
send
a
message
nigga
Part
rapper,
part
goon,
still
finessing
nigga
I
believe
in
hustle
I
don't
fuck
with
luck
And
it's
fuck
em
kill
em
all
if
they
don't
fuck
with
us
Them
three
letters
mean
a
lot
boy,
sacrifices
Cocaine
Mafia,
double
check
the
prices
Niggas
killing
niggas
like
they
got
a
license
Niggas
crossing
over
like
they
Allen
Iverson
Fuck
that
iPhone
6,
they
be
tracking
niggas
I'm
about
to
get
a
beeper,
fade
to
black
on
niggas
Gotti,
goodnight,
I'm
gone
I
be
back
when
they
quit
living
through
phones
When
niggas
put
the
gram
down
and
pick
the
grams
up
You
got
follows
but
no
dollars
man
that
shit
ain't
adding
up
Nah,
and
all
the
dirt
I
done,
all
the
bricks
I
sold
I
can't
sleep
at
night,
paranoid
it
shows
I
be
strapped
on
stage,
fuck
the
award
show
Cause
I
shoot
this
bitch
up
and
only
God
knows
Yeah
like
I
told
you
a
long
time
ago
fam,
y'all
gon'
hold
it
against
you.
I
keep
fighting
doing
this
to
y'all.
Every
time
I
get
something
in
the
mail
whether
it's
favorable
or
not
from
the
courts,
I
keep
putting
it
down
because
y'all
are
my
motivation.
I
appreciate
the
love
Niggas
riding
gold
rims
and
they
mama
po'
And
they
kill
a
family
member
for
that
envelope
I'm
the
Lionel
Richie
to
these
Commodores
We
flip
pies
to
franchising
Dominoes
I
speak
for
dope
boys
every
track
I'm
on
Until
this
day
my
people
never
rat
or
told
Posted
20
in,
I'm
talking
fed
pen
The
line
between
us
both
have
gained
so
very
thin
Amongst
my
boys
of
W.E.B.
Du
Bois
Souls
of
black
folk
to
hustle
wasn't
a
choice
Rap
game
everybody
skimming
off
the
top
Fuck
interest
as
long
as
you
pull
it
off
the
lock
Hoes
on
the
fuck,
haters
wanna
hate
Certified
sack
boy,
black
Ronald
Reagan
Double
M
no
longer
that
Buick
Regal
money
Nickel
rock
niggas
so
don't
make
me
put
a
kilo
on
it
Negotiating
for
it
or
either
we
take
it
Niggas
even
shooting
choppers
in
a
fuckin'
cadence
Fell
out
with
some
people
that
I
still
love
I
guess
that's
how
it
goes
when
it's
real
blood
I
remember
counting
cash
standing
in
the
trap
I
turned
my
hat
to
the
back,
had
a
hundred
stacks
60
m's
later
and
300
tax
Still
losing
weight
with
the
south
on
my
back,
nigga
I
pray
you
play
by
the
rules
I
came
so
close
to
the
edge
I
pray
you
play
by
the
rules
I
came
so
close
to
the
edge
I
pray
you
play
by
the
rules
I
came
so
close
to
the
edge
I
pray
you
play
by
the
rules
I
came
so
close
to
the
edge
Ain't
no
mercy
young
nigga
It's
the
jungle,
locs
And
I
pray
you
rich
forever
Gotti,
I
pray
you
rich
forever
All
my
niggas
I
pray
you
rich
forever
When
you
smokin'
and
you
vibin'
to
this
shit
I
pray
you
rich
forever
my
nigga
Hood
Billionaire
![Rick Ross feat. Yo Gotti - Hood Billionaire (Deluxe)](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/b/l/x/x/NCKUqOxxlB.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Hood Billionaire
3 Coke Like the 80's
4 Heavyweight
5 Neighborhood Drug Dealer
6 Phone Tap
7 Trap Luv
8 Elvis Presley Blvd.
9 Movin' Bass
10 If They Knew
11 Quintessential
12 Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)
13 Nickel Rock
14 Burn
15 Family Ties
16 Brimstone
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