Текст песни Trapaholic 2 - Juggin Jah

Baby U know I'm a trap star,u know I'm trap hard
My life wasn't easy, pills, d, leaf, n hard
N we gotta work this out, bandup negotiations
When we pop that x pill, shit gone get x rated

Baby my keep ringing, prolly money callin
I can't stop this Juggin, I'm a trapaholic
Sorry baby but I got some plays to bust down
They keep callin, they wanna know if I'm in town
Fuck is my scale, bro got shit he tryna break down

Niggaz they is buggin, the clientele is cluckin
Ya boo hit the trap phone, said that she wanted some mclovin
She wanna taste the bandup n my niggaz they thuggin
When I'm in there vip, but I don't do too much clubbin

Ain't wit the social media shit, baby I ain't wit all the subbin
Money make me cum,she thick n bandup, so she know when I'm bussin
We gone bring it to u direct, we cookin up in ya oven
N lil demons ain't talkin, just blast shit they ain't wit all the fussin

Big booty, big bands, oh my god, Want me cum all inside
Molly got me Michael Jordan cus I believe I can fly
Just wanna know if we boni n Clyde, baby u down for the ride
When I'm out the way, just him, know I'm a slide

U the dope, got a nigga hooked. But would u put money on books
I run scammers, dealers, crooks, just left the kitchen wit a 100 cooked
If a 100 bitches was fighting for ya spot, would u leave all em shook
But it's some shit I can't overlook, like when a real nigga heart got took

1 thing my grandma told me, U live n u learn
But fuc u n that dirty lil nigga, u gotta let it burn
What goes around, comes around lil bitch, u get what u deserve
Bitch u on fire just like my trap, n u gotta let it burn