Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap House, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 23.05.2005
Song language: English
Trap House |
| In the Trap house, in the Trap House, in the Trap House |
| Gucci Mane Check It |
| Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch |
| Hood rich so I never had a bank account |
| Junkies going in junkies going out |
| Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House |
| Money kinda short but we can work it out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| Bricks going in, bricks going out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| I’m tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit |
| I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent |
| Cause platinum ain’t enough I got too many vices |
| I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices |
| Say my lifestyle extravagant I talk cash shit |
| Bitches say I’m arrogant well goddamn Gucci cocky then |
| But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim |
| «Gucci ain’t shit.», Bitch, I beg your pardon |
| I’m independent but I’m balling like a major artist |
| I stay high like giraffe pussy In My Trap House |
| Smokin' bubba kushie |
| Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch |
| Hood rich so I never had a bank account |
| Junkies going in junkies going out |
| Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House |
| Money kinda short but we can work it out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| Bricks going in, bricks going out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| Jumped out the whip everybody looking |
| Big clouds of smoke but ain’t nobody cooking |
| (female talking) «Girl, there go Gucci Mane |
| I want his autograph cause I’m his biggest fan» |
| Yellow Humm-V with the yellow feet |
| Yellow diamonds the same color cheddar cheese |
| And I’m smoking on that purple shit |
| They call me temp service cause I’ll work a bitch |
| Money long like Shaq feet |
| Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet |
| I heard he got that soft white |
| Extended clips make them busters get they mind right |
| Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch |
| Hood rich so I never had a bank account |
| Junkies going in junkies going out |
| Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House |
| Money kinda short but we can work it out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| Bricks going in, bricks going out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| In my trap house watchin SportsCenter |
| In the kitchen cooking but I ain’t cooking dinner |
| Splash it with the water whip it make it harder |
| 17 for 'em the same number as Qunice Carter |
| Say I’m working with wit a mill or better |
| Married to the game me and money live together |
| Street smart niggah never listen to the teacher |
| You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer |
| Prices low like Walmart |
| Bricks on aisle 9 get ya shopping cart |
| Knee deep in the dope game |
| I’m not a farmer but I’m known to push them collard greens |
| Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch |
| Hood rich so I never had a bank account |
| Junkies going in junkies going out |
| Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House |
| Money kinda short but we can work it out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |
| Bricks going in, bricks going out |
| Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House |