Lyrics

I know selling dope is wrong but I'm the dope man One side of beans on my plate, I need some steak man Got mouths to feed and my nigga's got to eat fam By any means neccesary, we don't give a damn Praying to the Trap God To the Trap God I'm on my knees praying to the Trap God Life's Hard Lifes so hard Put your faith in God and you can be a Trap God Trap God I'm a Trap God The FEDS they try to label me as a Trap Czar You a Trap God You a Trap God Put your faith in God and you can be a Trap God Big Guwop the Trap God But I don't think I'm God Got a Challenger and a Charger ho Bitch I'm in love with Dodge I got body kits on all my cars They hips like Nicki Minaj And your girlfriends a masseuse She giving my dick a massage And don't wear that body suit no more Cause I'm gonna catch a charge Multi-Million dollar CEO Wearing Jordans to his job Baby sucking my dick while I'm counting a million She thinking she thinking she smart The twentys and fiftys and hundreds she pull them apart So she can keep all of the odds Am I a bad man cause I feed my fam with the dope? Call me clearance sale Gucci Everything gotta go [?] stove guwop T-Shirts for the low Hella green washing powder Wal-Mart on Gresham road Man these niggas say they killers But these niggas just some hoes Godzilla for a nigga Cinderella for the hoes Big Guwop they call me Trap God Every verse a quote I'm a walking egg beater And the dope white like the pope
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Bryan Lamar Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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