Trap Niggas

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    Times ain't hard but a nigga still gettin' it
    Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker
    When you wake up before you brush your teeth
    You grab your strap, nigga
    Only time you get down on your knees
    Shooting craps, nigga
    Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
    God blessin' all the trap niggas

    Weighed 1008 grams on the spot
    I got a lower case t across my chest
    Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
    You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
    It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
    We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
    A few beef pies stashed in the trunk
    Shoot dice all day and sell dust
    You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
    Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
    Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
    Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
    What?

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    I thought ia-la was gone wake up with that glock, okay though
    Stash the dope inside a winnebago in decatur
    He got your work, he posted up in the hood bodago
    Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth
    Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese
    We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet
    I'm drinkin' actavis, the only thing that relax me

    I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
    We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal
    You pull up round here, they serve you here to dixie hill
    You hit on [?] trap house
    Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without
    You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
    Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
    Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
    Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
    What?

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    Composición: Nayvadius Wilburn y Joshua Howard Luellen

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