Joey Bada$$ - Trap Door lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Trap Door lyrics]
I went over to her house on Sunday morning
Her moms had just gone to church
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Shit, my eyes low
(Hey, what's up nigga echo)
It's only one way this can work out
Drop down
I'mma give you twenty if you scurred out
You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant
Charge in the apartment like
A charger compartment
I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up
So now the higher ups is trying to quiet us
Uh smoking on land, lord I light it up
Just gettin fired up
Now she coming like a fire truck
She threw the towel in
Score for me oh for she
Cause she keep howlin' we
Showdown like Shaolin
Slow down for an hour then
Sink it deep into the shallow end
How you like beef girl?
Keep swallowing your food
I'm following your mood and it's
Blue and me too
But I can't lie like I blew this green on you
I blew it on the purple fume and
I know I read your mind, right
You're bright
You want green of all types like limelight
Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes
Third eye sight
She rodent the car with three blind mice
They chase cheese and don't think twice
And for that
Some niggas in the cut get sliced
She looking back
Now, cause she ain't met a nigga
As real in the back
Down as shack she throw it back for that
Willingly she hope I catch children
But the mag sheilding
In other words I wrap feelings
Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap
A door she sealing
From sicilians to Miss Millins
To miss missin' that cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap
A door she sealing
From sicilians to Miss Millins
To miss missin'
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
Her moms had just gone to church
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Shit, my eyes low
(Hey, what's up nigga echo)
It's only one way this can work out
Drop down
I'mma give you twenty if you scurred out
You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant
Charge in the apartment like
A charger compartment
I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up
So now the higher ups is trying to quiet us
Uh smoking on land, lord I light it up
Just gettin fired up
Now she coming like a fire truck
She threw the towel in
Score for me oh for she
Cause she keep howlin' we
Showdown like Shaolin
Slow down for an hour then
Sink it deep into the shallow end
How you like beef girl?
Keep swallowing your food
I'm following your mood and it's
Blue and me too
But I can't lie like I blew this green on you
I blew it on the purple fume and
I know I read your mind, right
You're bright
You want green of all types like limelight
Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes
Third eye sight
She rodent the car with three blind mice
They chase cheese and don't think twice
And for that
Some niggas in the cut get sliced
She looking back
Now, cause she ain't met a nigga
As real in the back
Down as shack she throw it back for that
Willingly she hope I catch children
But the mag sheilding
In other words I wrap feelings
Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap
A door she sealing
From sicilians to Miss Millins
To miss missin' that cat killin', villain
I capture the cat in the trap
A door she sealing
From sicilians to Miss Millins
To miss missin'
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look
At how she turned out