Doe B - Trap Muzik lyrics

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Doe B - Trap Muzik lyrics

I was 12 years old, trappin out mama house Tell em 50 for a O, 900 for a pound n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) We was posted on the corner, standin with that lama out Waitin for the short p**y n***a with that drama by n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) I had whole pound fair back when I was 13 My country boy we’re getting on b**hes til they dirty n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) I’m talkin parking lot action, stuntin at the front street Cos it’s prime down on 4, flexin hard with no fee n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) sponsored links n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) With them 40 n***as even, start talkin bout finesse b**h I was on the team, tricky n***as will admit n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) Way back on give em hand, had that b**h going HAM Prefer to hit the town, 50$ for a ground n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) That’s why men love goon and you the B in Buckingham Talkin razorblade action, instead I’m never honest now n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) Thousand dollar base blames, bet 100, shoot 100 At the same time if those swinging still for jumpin n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) In a way we were straight, what if they’re blowin money? Pain bread, motor runnin, ace on the port cutless n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) Hella number that don’t quit and hella mars was on Dom Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) I done seen little daddy do some numbers on that south And a n***a still at it, my little n***a J got out n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) So good can we straight, they be still doing numbers And we got what you need, little G just here, pull up on em n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) 300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z I’mma get money off of rap when your car on that heat n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) Tell em free my n***a Tito, boy you took one for the team When your car home I gotcha and I put that sh** on it n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) 2 man easy, take it easy, best believe God gotcha And motherf** the feds, tell them b**hes free my upper n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) So hop out, we’ll go get em out the street, waitin out for metal For what them n***as talkin? Homie you a real n***a n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) n***a that Trap Muzik (n***a that Trap Muzik) Trap Muzik n***a that Trap Muzik

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