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Ayy Ayy Ayy Oh yeah Ayy Yeah Trap, trap, trap, trap Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties We ain't counting no twenties Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe Oh shit, here come the damn cops Fuck it though, I got a stash box Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy like the first and the third I was jugging and finessing Letras de cancionesI used to stand on the curb Now I'm the plug I got drugs, yeah I be flippin' all them birds Yeah, if the cops snatch me up I swear I won't say no words 'Cause I came from the sauce, everyday selling them drugs Be posted up with my thugs Yeah, we got 30's on 30's and uzi's Yeah, I got your bitch being bougie eating sushi Out in L.A., got her wet in a jacuzzi She got a fat ass, bad ass like Boosie We be rolling up in the cut making movies Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties We ain't counting no twenties Trap, trap, trap, trap Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe Oh shit, here come the damn cops Fuck it though, I got a stash box Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe I've been riding 'round in a coupe From Letras Mania