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Oh, that's me on the keys, stupid
You heard? (Haha)
Down for the bread every night, bitch I need that (Trap)
Middle fingers up every day, fuck your feedback
Nine with the beam, finna aim, take your kneecaps
This ain't your girl anymore, mind your beeswax
Run to the bank while I laugh, I don't chase hoes (Duh)
Hella fast in this whip, I outta state flow
I'm in the lab making' slaps you should take notes
Why would I ask for your dubs, I need bankrolls
How the fuck is you fly with no haters?
Been in my bag and I grind like a skater
Nine on my hip and this nine got a laser
This VSOP Hennessy with no chaser
Kloud Gang up, baby trap, I be spazzin'
Propane tongue, when I spit, call it gassin'
No flame on, I'm just fire like a dragon
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Meme God flow, west coast be slappin'
Oh I produced this track, how that happen?
I got in the booth, snap my fingers is magic
Young Rich Squad, man you boys can't even sit here
I ride with three hoes, like a reindeer
Don't ask, "What's in my cup?," but it ain't beer
She bossed up, was with you, but she came here
Look, I'ma gasser
I fuck like two times, then I pass her
I met her last night, she a dancer
She called me all night, don't answer
Look, said I'm broke, man he probably high
Shawty didn't want to fuck, told that bitch, "Bye" (Bye)
Never ain't countin' guap, like my bread pie
In a Benz, smokin' dope while I pass by
Ayy, sorry I ain't got a hook for this
You should see the way the competition gon' be shook from this
I be gassin' everything I'm on, I need a book for this
She hit me in my DM's for the addy, just to look for this (Haha)
I'm a mufuckin' goblin
Clip Knee high wanna talk, then we rob him
Those Levi's, these some mufuckin' Robins
He three fly, why that nigga always poppin'
She three live when she dance, never stoppin'
That's your girl, I ain't know she was choppin' .
It don't really matter she already started toppin' (Top)
I don't need friends 'cause my bitch bad
I ain't let her fuck, so your bitch mad
When I'm in my bed, I'm my bitch dad
Why you always talkin' 'bout that shit that you don't have? (Gang)
Ayy, I don't lie, check my bankroll
It's some laced Gucci kicks, I don't lace those
In the whip, with my bitch, coutin' pesos
I'm so sick, roll my shit and I face those
Big watch, big bands, bitch
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, bitch
I Done went from stackin' up my dollars to a ben bitch
I been in my bag, I don't wanna be your friend, bitch
Ha, trap keys, these are trap keys
Trap please flip a pack, like a trapeze
Stack cheese on a block, work a bitch knees
Gucci to my socks, you don't have these
Huh, gang gang



Авторы: joey trap


Joey Trap - Trap Jack 3
Альбом Trap Jack 3
дата релиза
18-10-2019

1   Ramona Flowers
2   Lightning McQueen Freestyle
3   Trap Keys
4   Tables II
5   Half Price
6   Jealousy
7   A Hike Through the Park
8   Lois Lane
9   At the Crib
10   Crash
11   Cut
12   Dimes
13   Goyard Freestyle
14   Curry
15   Heaven
16   No Attachments
17   Bulletproof
18   Projects
19   Bad
20   Danger Freestyle
21   No Pajamas
22   Money Callin'
23   On Time
24   Timex
25   M C M
26   Nets
27   Uberr
28   Gotta Go
29   T-Rex Freestyle
30   Mood
31   Flippin'
32   Jet Talk
33   Zebra
34   Hotel Bags
35   Lit When It's Late
36   Batman With Robins
37   Full Send
38   Oh No
39   Enemies
40   Flash Back




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