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Trap Time

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Trap Time wurde am 2. September 2021 von 2149993 Records DK als Teil des Albums Trap Time - Single veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumTrap Time - Single

Veröffentlichungsdatum2. September 2021

Label2149993 Records DK

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM90

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Talleko Walker Lemonious

Talleko Walker Lemonious

Songwriter

Songtexte

(KP Beatz)

Trap time in the kitchen, let's get this pot whippin'

I came up in the Moss, really robbin' pigeons

**** know what I'm on, I let the youngers eat

And any time it's beef, then I lock and load and squeeze

I look into my mums eyes and I know she ain't pleased

When she hears the strips taped and she knows it's me

Feds on my case cause' I done a load of greaze

Always got them lookin' for them shells in white ovaries

I need a load of P's, why'd you think I'm still trappin'

If I got paid for my verses I'd just stick to rappin'

No cappin', Patty says he wants a credit

But I don't do ticks, samples for the new nits

Everybody talks crud but they don't shoot sticks

I'm sick and tired of these ****, man they're useless

It's the game, you get used if you're useful

If I see an opp anywhere, they get moved to

I was raised round OG's, not the new school

Cold-hearted killers, won't pet to roof you

But I need that rooftop, penthouse view spot

And a shoebox filled up with new gwop

And everything buss down, member' when I used to catch the bus down

Now it's Germans, pedal shift, no clutch now

**** changed on me so I don't trust now, the hoods foul

Trap time in the kitchen, let's get this pot whippin'

Turn that flake into rock, let's get this spot flippin'

Started off with a Q, now I get half chickens

**** left me to rot, I bet they wish they didn't

Trap time in the kitchen, let's get this pot whippin'

Turn that flake into rock, let's get this spot flippin'

Started off with a Q, now I get half chickens

**** left me to rot, I bet they wish they didn't

**** left me to rot, I bet they wish they didn't

Two years on recall, I bet they thought I was finished

Buss case, back to business, now I'm in my new crib

Bout' to go tap the missus, blowin' on this pack with Swishers

The games changed nowadays, **** chat to snitches

And they say they'll ride but they just chat like bitches

Can't be asked with the hype cause' I'll slap a witness

Said I'm done with this life but I'm back in the kitchen

Pipe dreams, I need a belly like Peter Griffin

Jerked the plug for a box, had everybody ringin'

When I was stuck on the block I couldn't get a bringin'

It was O's of the cro' til' Faze showed me Whitney

Now the cats know my face all over the city

The blocks hot, Feds plot hopin' they can nick me

Told my **** don't speak on the phone cah' these phones are risky

Bagged my little **** with the pole so I just sent a pinkie

Clean hearted younger but his trigger fingers itchy

Now I'm tryna make it out the hood, look what it done to Nipsey

Look what it done to Cherry, I could name so many

Written by: Talleko Walker Lemonious

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