Jeezy - Trap Files lyrics

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Jeezy - Trap Files lyrics

I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap n***as lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man Gotta income tax check N she spent 3 grand Keepa str8 shoota da gurl got it bad Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads Dont be cursin at my grandma, watch ya muf**in mouth See me n da street dont be cumin 2 her house There go robin a** Carlos I pay him no mind Last n***a tried 2 get shot his a** 4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine Him and dem n***as steady runnin wit plottin on mine Get it how a live yea im ready 4 da static 50 round clip n its fully automatic Fresh outta work so im baggin up mo' Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe Ain't dis boutta b**h Hid the quarter birdy Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30 So now im at my aunt's house i need 2 use da kitchen No matta what I give her she be muf**in trippin She ask for 800, I gave her what I got My sh** ain't where I put who been f**in wit my pot? She said nobody,I said I can't tell She said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate first thing n da moanin' Headed 2 his front doe b4 da n***a start yawnin' Im talkin Trap files (chorus) I was chillin n da hood should I say da trap n***as lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where im at Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million Heard dis n***a buyin' cars man dis muf**a krazi Always playin phone tag n***a f** u pay me Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin sh** gravy 1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy Plotican wit da hommies, all convicted felons Been 2 prison 6x n ain't sh** dat u can tellem' And he rite back at it, touchdown n December n***a damn near folded still I had the gang member First a n***a skool dem , then I roll da dice Went and telll da folks sh** I need it n my life So now im pickin up my money Tuck my pistol n my pants Bet 20/20 mo' so I left it like a grand Dope game b**h u can play if u wanna Heard da feds snatch lil Tony dem' from round da corner Heard da n***a got popped wit 2 bricks and a llama Even picked up his gurl n den they came n got his momma' Got em on a wire tap, shuda' heard it n his tone Crash dummy a** n***a talkin reckless on da phone (chorus)

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