Bud.2x, Lostboyjor - Mickey Mouse Trap House lyrics
[Bud.2x, Lostboyjor - Mickey Mouse Trap House lyrics]
I just feel as tho me and Jordan
We need to go hard on this beat
We on a come up, just starting music
So it's just like why not
We young we tryna get some money
You know tryna get signed maybe so you know
We just made this quick song for yall
I feel like i’m going fucking insane
Grab my Glock shoot a pussy
Nigga in his brain
I got cocaine running through
My fucking veins
Sipping on that dirty sprite
The future i will change
Suicidal thoughts running through
My fucking mind counting up this money bitch
I barely got time i got deals to make
Gotta write my fucking rhymes
If you ain’t talking money get
The fuck off my line
Yo real nigga that spazz out pass out
Sipping on syrup finnna pull my gas mask out
If you ain’t talking money
What you talking bout do the dash on onna
Make me run to his momma house
And i ain’t tryna be a bully
I don’t kill niggas but don’t fucking push me
I may be soft but i ain’t no fucking rookie
Screaming free all my niggas that
God took from me
Fuck school i go to school
Just to get some fucking drugs do the drugs
I sell the drugs you know I show hella love
Slit the wrist
I gotta piss talking shit just make a diss
I’m not crazy i’m not weird
I got songs can’t no one hear staring at me
Staring at me pussy boy I been happy
Hair nappy i don’t care
Grown man with no facial hair
Stop trying I been done
Don’t do drugs your no fun
I kill myself and live again
I can’t lose I always win
I was told I’m hella bold
About to die I’m hella old
Tattoos love the pain by myself in the rain
Fuck fame I want the money
Laughing boy what’s funny they want my life
Take it from me
We need to go hard on this beat
We on a come up, just starting music
So it's just like why not
We young we tryna get some money
You know tryna get signed maybe so you know
We just made this quick song for yall
I feel like i’m going fucking insane
Grab my Glock shoot a pussy
Nigga in his brain
I got cocaine running through
My fucking veins
Sipping on that dirty sprite
The future i will change
Suicidal thoughts running through
My fucking mind counting up this money bitch
I barely got time i got deals to make
Gotta write my fucking rhymes
If you ain’t talking money get
The fuck off my line
Yo real nigga that spazz out pass out
Sipping on syrup finnna pull my gas mask out
If you ain’t talking money
What you talking bout do the dash on onna
Make me run to his momma house
And i ain’t tryna be a bully
I don’t kill niggas but don’t fucking push me
I may be soft but i ain’t no fucking rookie
Screaming free all my niggas that
God took from me
Fuck school i go to school
Just to get some fucking drugs do the drugs
I sell the drugs you know I show hella love
Slit the wrist
I gotta piss talking shit just make a diss
I’m not crazy i’m not weird
I got songs can’t no one hear staring at me
Staring at me pussy boy I been happy
Hair nappy i don’t care
Grown man with no facial hair
Stop trying I been done
Don’t do drugs your no fun
I kill myself and live again
I can’t lose I always win
I was told I’m hella bold
About to die I’m hella old
Tattoos love the pain by myself in the rain
Fuck fame I want the money
Laughing boy what’s funny they want my life
Take it from me