Songtext Trap muzik Doe B

Trap muzik

I was 12 years old, trappin out mama house
Tell em 50 for a O, 900 for a pound
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We was posted on the corner, standin with that lama out
Waitin for the short pussy nigga with that drama by
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Nigga that Trap Muzik (Nigga that Trap Muzik)

I had whole pound fair back when I was 13
My country boy we’re getting on bitches til they dirty
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I’m talkin parking lot action, stuntin at the front street
Cos it’s prime down on 4, flexin hard with no fee
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With them 40 niggas even, start talkin bout finesse
Bitch I was on the team, tricky niggas will admit
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Way back on give em hand, had that bitch going HAM
Prefer to hit the town, 50$ for a ground
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Nigga that Trap Muzik (Nigga that Trap Muzik)

That’s why men love goon and you the B in Buckingham
Talkin razorblade action, instead I’m never honest now
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Thousand dollar base blames, bet 100, shoot 100
At the same time if those swinging still for jumpin
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In a way we were straight, what if they’re blowin money?
Pain bread, motor runnin, ace on the port cutless
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Nigga that Trap Muzik (Nigga 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
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I done seen little daddy do some numbers on that south
And a nigga still at it, my little nigga J got out
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So good can we straight, they be still doing numbers
And we got what you need, little G just here, pull up on em
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300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z
I’mma get money off of rap when your car on that heat
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Tell em free my nigga Tito, boy you took one for the team
When your car home I gotcha and I put that shit on it
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2 man easy, take it easy, best believe God gotcha
And motherfuck the feds, tell them bitches free my upper
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So hop out, we’ll go get em out the street, waitin out for metal
For what them niggas talkin? Homie you a real nigga
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