Real Addresses lyrics

by

Miguel


[Chorus]
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We f*ck all you b*tches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that b*tch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

[Verse 1]
Wait, sh*t
Fargo, whippin' all this dope look like I'm sellin' phony
All that n*gga want that Rollie with the bezel on it
I see n*ggas change from friends into them tellin' on me
I see n*ggas go from friends to gettin' jealous on me
I see n*ggas call their shooters and their felons on me
I see n*ggas get religious when their hell was comin'
I had to trust the plug sometimes I had no scale up on me
Whip a couple litres now
Trap house got too hot and now I'm trappin' out my fiend's house
Had to break the lease though
And I pay my little n*gga just to watch out for police now
'Cause it look like a four in my kitchen
It look like I'm cookin' with them zoes in my kitchen
I'm water whippin', whippin' four with my kitchen
My n*gga Trey, he pack a four for you n*ggas, yeah
[Chorus]
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We f*ck all you b*tches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that b*tch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

[Verse 2]
Uh, when my grandma kicked me out the house
I said, "f*ck it dawg, I'm 'bout to bounce"
I said, "f*ck it dawg, I gots to make it"
I said, "f*ck it", started hustlin' and got that 'cedes
Uh, my n*gga Shadow, he come with that ladder
I know some scammers that come with that data
Gotta ask 'em how we pull up in a Lambo
Shout go out to Dream that Bathing Ape and Camo
Fashion b*tch, I'm in the latest
I put all my baddest b*tches in their favorite fragrance
I might f*ck a country b*tch that got that diner, diner
I might make a movie with 'em like I'm Damon Wayans, ya' feel?
I might whip the four in my kitchen
It look like a n*gga sellin' Os in my kitchen
I'm whippin', my wrist, it feel cold in this kitchen
And I'm flippin' again, where it goes in this kitchen?
[Chorus]
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We f*ck all you b*tches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that b*tch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
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