Trap pus*y lyrics

by

Tyga


[Verse 1]
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
Had a white b*tch but the ho kept snitchin'
Pull up in a Benz, you Uber in a Civic
No fingerprints but I finger bang the pus*y
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
f*ck 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 n*ggas gettin' money, n*ggas 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 b*tches
Fat Burger for my nineties b*tches
Don't be trippin' you get all the attention
Them long ass legs but the pus*y 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 b*tches sisters, now we call them "Pippen"
Maestros, I'm the master splinter
di*k too big, told her scream in a pillow
f*ck it, I'm illin', f*ckin' sicko
Super model, she a super nympho
[Hook]
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot...trap pus*y
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot...trap pus*y
I'm a trap n*gga...yeah...
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y

[Verse 2]
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 b*tch, 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 b*tch but the sh*t won't last
Ha, I'm just being realistic
Get di*k, get dismissed, it's just business
Personal, we don't get intricate
Shout out my ex, I been meeting b*tches
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
pus*y and gats within her [?]
f*cking her tummy flat, skeet on her back
Eww, nasty n*gga, stay with the raps
Never chase that b*tch again
Ha, f*ck it then, let's get it man
Put you in your place like Running Man
b*tch I'm the sh*t, had to sh*t on 'em again
Haha, and again
[Hook]
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot...trap pus*y
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
I get it a lot...trap pus*y
I'm a trap n*gga...yeah...
I'm a trap n*gga and I need trap pus*y
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