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Boy, don't sleep in the trap house Nah, that's risky Ain't no deals in the trap house If you want three, that's sixty Boy, don't sleep in the trap house Nah, that's risky Yeah, greaze, uh Boy, don't sleep in the trap house Nah, that's risky Ain't no deals in the trap house If you want three, that's sixty Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney Had Bobby, man, I had Britney Criminal pickney now I got large amounts Boy, I need a different account I cannot sit in the house All my niggas tryna eat I need to figure it out Just tell me the floor, show me the door My niggas kicking 'em down Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip But I cannot give 'em the clout Got my dream girl in my real life In the dunya but I'm living nice Letras de cancionesBought a chain, didn't see the price Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice Who said that I'm civilised? I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys Man, I been the guy I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again (Hee, hee) When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers act like Vladimir Putin just came (Just came) Niggas taking the wave Just let 'em have fun with it, tell 'em to run with it (Ha, yeah, yeah) I got some coke at my sister's I got a gun in my brother's crib (Grrah, hee) And if we see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains (Huh, fire on the mains) Got a little three-two concealed in my boxers, call that fire in the mains (Fire in the mains) I was on tour with the hittas on deck, had fire on the stage (Hee, hee) Bro's so tapped, if he see a opp little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage What do you reckon? How I survive? Impeccable tekkers No point rocking a vest when you stepping Neck and above how niggas be wetting Cheffing, kweffing, shooting, booting, London's mad End of discussion Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do sumtin' You're not the GOAT, my nigga, you mutton I was 18 in hella jewels Now I'm 28 in hella jewels I'll be 38 in hella jewels You been hating on me, who the hell are you? Chip in the dance, two-step bussin' If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it Look in my corner, he just see artists Ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush him (Mad mad) Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands Gyal in my bed straight after the booth Damn right, got hands on plans Scales in my rucksack cah' I gotta weigh my ting when it lands Two and a Q, no intent to supply I get high, it's a percy pack I had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain Anyone can dead Push me to the edge, I'm gripping the pole like I'm riding the train Niggas ain't shooting, niggas just gassing it, I put a rack on it All my niggas is savages Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages See your girl on the ends Now she wanna be friends I look in her eyes And I see she want a friends with benefits, no, we ain't gotta pretend Ex man talk about beef, man catch him eating chicken and fries Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video But they're coming in disguise Hop out, a nigga surprised (Uh huh) Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh huh) VVS and all the ice with boogers Mesmerise memories (Uh huh) Treating the Range like a sports car And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big Saw what I spent on my daughter Now she's screaming "Goals" and she wanna have my kids Let the fiend try that dark, she said Jesus, Nazareth Mummy hit me on WhatsApp Jakes are looking for me where my nanny lives Last night I was bagging up crack and dark on my silver plaque If a nigga try rob my gold, that's bronze tips in that silver wap And I just put coke on the stove, gotta turn it down Gotta turn on the tap I got a nigga on the way but the crack ain't dried yet He want a 4 and half, I just turn on the fan He want a 4 and half, I just turn on the fan Tell the opps that we got larger waps Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp Growing up now, I gotta move different I only cheat if it's two women Baby girl told me she want to be wifey I asked her, "What do you do different?" Good girl said she want a man like me She want a man like me cah' I've never been nicked I was 18 tryna buy me a crib You want to talk on my name But you've never been lit Boy, don't sleep in the trap house Nah, that's risky Ain't no deals in the trap house If you want three, that's sixty Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney Had Bobby, man, I had Britney Criminal pickney now I got large amounts Boy, I need a different account I cannot sit in the house All my niggas tryna eat I need to figure it out Just tell me the floor, show me the door My niggas kicking 'em down Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip But I cannot give 'em the clout From Letras Mania