Trap n*gga lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
(Paper Route Empire)
Uh-huh
It's Dolph
Ayy (It's Dolph)
(Honorary Member)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Guess what she just did, bruh? (What?)
Call me talking sh*t, bruh (Damn)
Call me thirty times back to back, but I didn't pick it up
But that ass so fat, when you hit, you gotta lift it up (Woo)
She fell in love with a street n*gga, now I can't get rid of her (Damn)
She steady driving by the spot (Skrrt)
I ain't answer the phone, so she had the nerve to call me, caller ID blocked (Haha)
She send me that red mad emoji face, bruh, I think I got her hot
She blowin' my phone up pitiful (Damn)
She constantly texting me pictures (Damn)
I had to break it down to her
Go'n tell her, "Girl, I just wanted to hit you" (Ayy)
She said I got her f*cked up (Who?)
I said, "What the f*ck you mean?" (What?)
She said that I owe her (Me?)
Owe you what? What you want, some weed? (Haha)
I got time, I'm sorry that I lied for it (Yup)
That ass so fat, she'll make an R&B n*gga cry for it (16 Zips)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & Jucee Froot]
She just want a trap n*gga (For real), turned her to my trap b*tch
Put her on that trap sh*t, now she can't get over it (Now hold on, where you at?)
Took her to the traphouse (Damn), now lil' mama trapped out
I said can we just be friends? Nothing more, nothing less (Aw, hell nah)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (Yup)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (My n*gga, you got me f*cked up)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
I put her on that real sh*t, now she just want a trap n*gga (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Jucee Froot & Young Dolph]
I just want a trap n*gga, n*gga, let me trap with you
Money getter, dope dealer, only foreign car whipper
Only f*ck with boss n*ggas, never take a loss, n*gga
n*ggas jockin' on me 'cause they see I got that ass bigger
I'm finna call and f*ck with him (Hello?), he know I'm a buzz killer (What's poppin'?)
But if he call me on some sh*t, I'm gonna thug with him
Real n*gga need a real b*tch (Yup)
Always asking me why I'm b*tchin' (What?)
Just because you put on something different
Don't mean that you can f*ck with me (Damn)
Damn, Dolph, you don't never wanna listen (Damn)
Somethin' always got your attention (Aight)
But if you get another mention (Huh?)
You and that b*tch there gon' get it
Damn, bae, you know you my ringtone (You crazy, man)
A-Plus is my theme song (Hah)
That's why I can't never ever leave that trap n*gga alone (It's Dolph)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & Jucee Froot]
She just want a trap n*gga (For real), turned her to my trap b*tch
Put her on that trap sh*t, now she can't get over it (Now hold on, where you at?)
Took her to the traphouse (Damn), now lil' mama trapped out
I said can we just be friends? Nothing more, nothing less (Aw, hell nah)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (Yup)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (My n*gga, you got me f*cked up)
She just want a trap n*gga (Yup), she just want a trap n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
I put her on that real sh*t, now she just want a trap n*gga (Uh-huh)

[Outro]
(Paper Route Empire)
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