Joey Trap - Traps Life lyrics
[Joey Trap - Traps Life lyrics]
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out
You should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the
Pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib
To go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented
Yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson
Yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga
I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a
Nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit
I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin'
Bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
With the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out
You should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the
Pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib
To go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented
Yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson
Yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga
I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a
Nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit
I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin'
Bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
With the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out
You should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the
Pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib
To go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented
Yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson
Yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga
I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a
Nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit
I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin'
Bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
With the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
I'ma order out, sip a forty ounce
Shawty out and she wildin' out
You should watch your mouth
Free my niggas locked up in the
Pen and let my brodies out
I remember sneakin' out the crib
To go to brodies house
Bro a felon, he still keep a weapon, yeah
Smith & Wesson, thought my whip was rented
Yeah
Give him seven shots, he learned his lesson
Yeah
He was wildin', make him go to heaven, yeah
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy nigga
I don't fuck with niggas
Run a nigga, I'ma run a
Nigga, where my money, nigga?
Funny thing, them niggas talkin' shit
I used to run with niggas
Now I'm 'bout my lonely countin'
Bread where it's sunny, nigga
I be out in Cali smokin' loud packs
With the moon rocks, yeah, I'm about that
My bitch never lonely, she gon' come through
Talk shit, you gon' find out what this gun do
Baby think I'm ballin' cause my whip fast
Ayy
I don't got no problem cause my bitch bad
Ayy you be talkin' nonsense
Where your lisp at? Ayy
Nina throw away, I'm finna ditch that, ayy
Young Rich Squad, yeah, I rep that, gang
Kloud Gang up, so you boys can't hang
Where the tech at? Sheesh
Don't sell drugs, sell MP3's
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