paroles de chanson Tokyo Trap - Rocco Black and Old Ben feat. N9

Uh, yuh, Tokyo trap
I'm just tryna put my team on the map
I'm just tryna get your girl on my lap
Always grindin' ain't no time to relax

Samurai on the beat

Fuck a nine to five, runnin' down the ninety-five, ooh
Chinatown want me down, she gon come around
Wax on, wax off, call me the karate kid
Mr. Miyagi that pussy, yeah I'm runnin' shit
Ooh, ooh, yeah I'm runnin' shit
Ooh, oh, yeah I'm runnin' shit
Ooh, yeah, yeah I'm runnin' shit
Uh, ooh, yeah I'm runnin' shit

Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait
Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait

Swervin' Kawasaki, stayin' lit off all the sake (woah)
I be bustin' mommies, they can stay and give me toppy (ay)
Secure the back, my boys hit it like they Rocky (woah woah)
I walk it like I talk it but, bitch I'm never cocky (yeah)
Watch the evolution like a Mitsubishi Lancer
Tires ridin' slim like the hoes got cancer (fuck)
Rocco is back, but I'm stronger and faster
Got a couple of padawans, (bitch) I'm the master
I just popped a Xan
Like Dex in Japan
Rocco fallin' over off two pills, and a vodka cran (ay ay)
Movin' this paper just like Dunder Mifflin
And all my thugs are yellow but the boy so tan (woah)
Tokyo trap killin' and we runnin' it back (skrr)
N9 Rocco and Ben, in Japan makin' a stack
Tokyo never cut you some slack
So here we are to start a business and that's just facts, yeah

Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait
Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait

Uh, yuh, Tokyo trap
I'm just tryna put my team on the map
I'm just tryna get your girl on my lap
Always grindin' ain't no time to relax
Oh shit, I'm fucking it up
Spittin fire, man I'm boutta erupt
Trustin' nobody these bitches corrupt
Smoke in my lungs and this drink in my cup
Hop up out the cab, wallet fat (sumo), bitches on my lap
Deep in Osaka (woah), think I need a map (ay)
Pull out the yen, stackin' em up
Call up your man, I think he bluffed
He ain't a fan, I beat him up
Money so dirty my pockets corrupt (holy shit)
Uh, slow it down
Swervin in the Mitsubishi hittin up the town (ay)
3 AM in Yokohama no one else around (woah woah)
And when I run up on you man you best not make a sound
At the currency exchange, I pull up with the steel
Drinkin' sake pistols cockin blowin' bullets make a mil (ay ay)
Bring the choppa to Osaka man I think you get the deal
Put the cash in the bag, hop in the whip and then I peel (skrrrr)

Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait
Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait
Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait
Tokyo trap, yuh
Tokyo trap, ay
Tokyo trap, woah
Tokyo trap, wait