Trappa lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro]
Yeah
This sh*t right here for trappers only
Bad b*tches only
Haha
It's Dolph
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and f*ck with me (Ayy, f*ck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (Come get you one)
And I keep a bad b*tch on her knees (Ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherf*ckin' ice on me (Racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed

[Verse 1]
I've been gettin' money, ain't been gettin' no sleep
I've been playin' with paper, I let y'all play with them freaks
I'm in Magic City with ones piled up under my feet (Damn)
Ten foreigns outside, b*tch, I feel like Big Meech (Dope boy)
Ask about me where I'm from, I keep some sh*t up my sleeve (It's Dolph)
b*tch, I had a hundred G's before I had an ID (Yeah)
Nothin' but real n*ggas and thick pretty b*tches around me (Woah)
Me and my boys don't play that, hah
Ridin' back seat of the Maybach (Woah)
Me and Benjamin Franklin go way back (Ayy)
I know you ain't real because you say you real too many motherf*ckin' times (Haha)
I know you his, baby girl, I know you his, but tonight, you mine (Hah)
Kidnapped your b*tch for the day and turned it into Valentines
My f*ckin' wrist so iced out, I can't tell the time (Woo)
[Chorus]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and f*ck with me (Ayy, f*ck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (Come get you one)
And I keep a bad b*tch on her knees (Ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherf*ckin' ice on me (Racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
She love when I pull her hair and hit it from the back (Yeah)
I said, "Is it me or is that booty gettin' fat?" (Damn)
This blunt that I just rolled up look like a baseball bat (Woah)
Who is this lil' n*gga stylist? Man, check out his swag (Swag)
I went to my plug house, I didn't go to class (Uh-uh)
Gave my principal thirty thousand dollars just to pass (It's Dolph)
Young n*gga with the bags
Give a junkie a hundred just to go take out the trash (Ayy, take that out)
Give a b*tch a thousand just to shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Rolls-Royce sittin' up like a monster truck (Ayy)
Dolph runnin' sh*t, you can be the runner-up (Hah)
Put 150K on my wrist
I put Dolce and Gabbana on my b*tch, uh

[Chorus]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and f*ck with me (Ayy, f*ck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (Come get you one)
And I keep a bad b*tch on her knees (Ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherf*ckin' ice on me (Racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed
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