Bossgame - Traphouse lyrics

[Bossgame - Traphouse lyrics]

Bossgame in the motherfucka nigga East
Florence to East Atlanta
You know what the fuck goin on ya dig

Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
T hey gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch
At the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house

Got your bitch bout to pull


Up to my trap house
Wit a couple mo Dutches imma cash cow
Before the hoe get naked let
Her blow loud you
Can call it what you want im from down south
Gotta few more plays coming right now
I told them it’s enough candy homie pipe down
You know the youngins got the
Bomb if I ain't around
Even when a nigga gone I still run the town
Ain't no shop don’t close
Cause my shop don’t close
Man my trap house twenty four hours
If you front the boy a pack
And he don’t come back
You can best believe he snorting that powder
Double R said he coming in a hour
I done smashed a bitch bout to
Hop off in the shower
Bout to get fresh and catch
A eposoide of Power
And blowing on a dutch while
Im counting up my dollars
And everybody know Boss got the youngins at
The door but everybody round gone go
I bet you didn’t know your baby mama just hit
The door before you pulled up for the blow
And everybody know Boss got the youngins at
The door but everybody round gone go
I bet you didn’t know your baby mama just hit
The door before you pulled up for the blow
(I gotta on go)

Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
T hey gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch
At the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house

Say we short on baking soda
Bring the drop out
We gone keep the bitch booming for we cop out
Know the real trappers know just
What im talking bout it's
Time to up them with the
Ticket this the price now
Before you make it to the
Door you getting pat down
While my Brodie hold the stick
Case it goin down it’s a different ball game
When you come around
We layin bricks pussy niggas
We don’t drop pounds
I guess the nigga didn’t know that
I been fucked his hoe
When he see me yea his face looking sour
What the nigga shoulda known that
The hoe been gone
Plus the money give a young nigga power
She suck dick if you give the bitch a dolla
Plus swallow nut and wipe your
Balls on a towel
A hoe gone holla if a hoe gone holla
But you can best believe
Bossgame won't follow you know I got mo and
All my bitches got dough
So imma keep smashin on the low
I bet you didn’t know that I
Was playing madden on your four
While you riding flexin on ya hoe
You know I got mo and
All my bitches got dough
So imma keep smashin on the low
I bet you didn’t know that I
Was playing madden on your four
While you riding flexin on ya hoe

Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
T hey gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch
At the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before
You hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies
At the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house

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