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03 Greedo - Trap House (Feat. Shoreline Mafia) (Prod. DJ Mustard)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Jamal Jackson
Jason Jamal Jackson
Songwriter
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Robert Magee
Robert Magee
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
GYLTTRYP
GYLTTRYP
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, trap house I'ma hang out in the trap house Mustard on that beat, ho I'ma take you there No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) And I be here in the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) In the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (No sheets on top my bed) When I be here in the morning She's only here when I'm mourning Hit her at the trap house, I'ma blow her back out Hell nah, we can't kick it, baby, don't you try to pass out I can't even trust you, gotta fuck you with my MAC out Hundreds in the safe, baby, I can't leave the cash out Mask on, mask off, Rob be getting crack off Fuck me and my niggas, baby, we gon' have to crack off Sleeping in the trap house, fucking in the blackout Still up in the Pyrex, I'm just tryna get a track out Rock out with them racks out and I fuck once, can't run back In and out the trap house, I spend dollars, make funds back Tryna bank woods, cracked out and my nigga feel me, you done that Bitch, my name Rob Vicious Ain't 'bout money then fuck that (Fuck that) No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) And I be here in the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) In the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (No sheets on top my bed) When I be here in the morning She's only here when I'm mourning Her nigga just can't, so your ass gotta go I got a boss bitch, I can't keep a little ho I do it how I want, I don't gotta sell my soul And I sell blue pills, you can smoke off the foil I got Oxy, Xanny, take off your panties Fresh like Mannie, got it straight from my granny I'ma sip it, soda how I mix it She steady sucking dick, so her lips, I wouldn't kiss it Hit, I go missing, you hit her in mission Hit from the back, that's the only position Free my nigga Greedo out the motherfucking prison We still rapping dope, cooking coke in the kitchen, ayy No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) And I be here in the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (Trap house) In the morning (Trap house) No sheets on top my bed (No sheets on top my bed) When I be here in the morning She's only here when I'm mourning Yeah, dripping that sauce, yeah, you heard what I said Yeah, Grape Street, Watts, I'm a thoroughbred Yeah, dripping that sauce, yeah, you heard what I said Yeah, Grape Street, Watts, I'm a thoroughbred No sheets on top my bed (On top my trap house) No sheets on top my bed (No sheets, no fun) No sheets on top my bed (Just a mattress, just a mattress) And I be here in the morning (Yeah) No sheets on top my bed (That bitch in my bed) And I be here in the morning, yeah (Bitch in my trap house) Top my bed, yeah (Hit that bitch in my bed) (Hit that bitch in my trap house) No sheets on top my bed, ooh, hit her in my trap house
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Jason Jackson, Shakrukh Zaman, Robert Magee Iii, Alejandro Carranza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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