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I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy Had a white bitch but the ho kept snitchin' Pull up in a Benz, you Uber in a Civic No fingerprints but I finger bang the pussy Flipper, I'm Gucci, I'm Louis, I'm Groovy Your homie, your girlfriend's a groupie She opened up her mouth so wide, scary movie Went to 7-11, she beggin' for a slurpie Fuck her in the car, drop her off at Wendy's Ride no tint, I just seen the enemy It's 2 AM, somebody got shot When niggas gettin' money, niggas wanna call the cops I get it a lot, I get it a lot I'm lookin' like a dope dealer, fresh off the pot Lobster tail for my eighties bitches Fat Burger for my nineties bitches Don't be trippin' you get all the attention Them long ass legs but the pussy terrific I must admit it, put my tongue up in it Ocean's eleven, the pipe be leakin' Ice cream man with the sprinkle filling Make my bitches sisters, now we call them "Pippen" Maestros, I'm the master splinter Dick too big, told her scream in a pillow Fuck it, I'm illin', fuckin' sicko Super model, she a super nympho I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot... trap pussy I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot... trap pussy I'm a trap nigga... yeah... I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy Cherry on top, whip cream in the middle Expect like a tempo, I'll put two in your temple Pimpin' our mental was easy like rentals My car game, drive away like limos I told the bitch, don't come back If the check ain't twice what I spent on gas Fifteen thou for the private jet, don't gasp I like my new bitch but the shit won't last Ha, I'm just being realistic Get dick, get dismissed, it's just business Personal, we don't get intricate Shout out my ex, I been meeting bitches Yeah, I put that on wax You a rat, it's a trap Cheese bar at the bank, I snatch Brand new, I still wear the tags She lookin' over here like daddy back I'm the ghost daddy, ride the Phantom black Ha, Santa black, my gifts in fact Pussy and gats with [?] Fucking her tummy flat, skeet on her back Eww, nasty nigga, stay with the raps Never chase that bitch again Ha, fuck it then, let's get it man Put you in your place like Running Man Bitch I'm the shit, had to shit on 'em again Haha, and again I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot... trap pussy I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy I get it a lot... trap pussy I'm a trap nigga... yeah... I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
Writer(s): Joseph Epperson, Alexander Edwards, Michael Stevenson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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