Nines - Trapper Of The Year lyrics

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Nines - Trapper Of The Year lyrics

[Intro] Likkle T: Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha) [Hook: Nines] I came through in that hard-top I saw them haters' hearts drop Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money [Chorus: Jay Midge] x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year [Verse 1: Nines] Uh, Ice City taking flight That's why n***as that I barely know be claiming that we're tight How I get more off Ammi then they're making off of light Them man'll come like Andy Cole the way they're playing with the white I had LV's on my feet, you was in some Puma's Selling food to the consumers, now my room look like a j**elers The world's gone crazy, everybody wanna be ballers Could of put him on, but he got a problem taking orders Now I got most the city feeling me Got my money straight so, I ain't gotta put up with this industry But if I blow then guarantee that'll put on all my n***as Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hitters I'm a legend on the street, I make sure everybody eats Giuseppe's on my feet, the mandem get those every week The streets show us love cause there ain't too many real about I woke up this morning pissed off cause it was still a drought [Hook: Nines] I came through in that hard top I saw them haters' hearts drop Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money [Chorus: Jay Midge] x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year [Verse 2: Nines] I told my chick I don't need the stress Got old money and I got P that's fresh Plus the Ammi packs and a b's the best My plug had 20 bricks, he gave me a key to test Told em I ain't got insomnia but I need a rest Now they actin' funny Me, Jamal, court side watching Andy Murray After that went back to the block, n***as hand me money Now my chick saying that she steppin' Says I only care about myself n' I'm a player like Beckham n***as violate the ting, know I'll spray them in a second If I had a record deal I still ain't laying down my weapon (pussies) Little n***as think you're trapstars cah you flipped a box I'm bout to whip up so much yay I need The Wicked Witch's pot I'm strapped, I ain't taking a chance So tell them labels I don't need an advance I'm in the crop house feeding these plants Since year 9 I always know I'd be shining Like Bart Simpson cah' after school I was grindin' [Hook: Nines] I came through in that hard top I saw them haters' hearts drop Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money [Chorus: Jay Midge] x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year

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