| First I trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then dab
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| I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
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| I need a whole lot of cash
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| Yeah, a lot of cash
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| Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
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| Looking for a bitch to fuck
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| Gotta have ass
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| Yeah, she gotta have ass
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| She gotta have it
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| My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
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| I got that pistol tucked
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| Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage
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| Bounced through the trap like I’m Bugs Bunny with the carrots
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| Swing my doors, still serve out the cabinet
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| Plug nigga, I don’t do camping
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| .45 put him in the casket
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| Three bitches got fat asses
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| I’m on prescription, transition glasses
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| Pacific dabbing, nigga, check out my fashion
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| I bought the Benz and I crashed it
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| Plug call me Flash, the fastest
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| Fucked that little bitch with a Magnum
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| Send me the skrt, I’ma pass it
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| I fucked that little bitch like a savage
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| Shoot good, aim, nigga, accurate
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| I make the pack do backflips
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| I fucked that little bitch if she got hip
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| Still got the strap on my hip
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| I dropped off the pack, then I dip
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| Call your big homie, make you get dealt
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| Geeked up, nigga shoot off the rip
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| Just bought a pint, nigga, through a zip
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| So fine, nigga, you equipped
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| Construction worker, look what I built
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| I’m working my wrist like the windmill
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| Four Xans, six Percs, ten pills
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| First I trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then dab
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| I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
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| I need a whole lot of cash
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| Yeah, a lot of cash
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| Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
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| Looking for a bitch to fuck
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| Gotta have ass
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| Yeah, she gotta have ass
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| She gotta have it
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| My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
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| I got that pistol tucked
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| Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage
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| I got a strap like a seatbelt
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| Pull up in the hood
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| I’m trapping, I’m serving, I’m working in the Porsche, it’s a V12
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| Chopper so hot, made the seat melt
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| No Tom Brady, pistol work out with accuracy
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| Pick up the work, run it up like an athlete
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| Walk in the trap, they treat me like your majesty
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| If you try to jack, it’s gon' be a casualty
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| No elementary, I got the babies
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| All my niggas serving crack like the eighties
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| Most of my clientele, they be Caucasian
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| Call up my shooters, they with them Haitians
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| Pour a two liter in a two-seater
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| Porsche truck and the Forgi Bimmer
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| Have a player meeting, so we eat at Cheetah
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| Work pack crazy, never been a reader
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| Body slam like Van Damme
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| I drink pints of drink, I can’t put it on cam
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| Percocets, man, I can’t fuck with the Xans
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| Money stack tall, I just am who I am
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| You check your swag and I check my dab
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| Heavy flow traffic like I’m just some slabs
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| I’m the type to buy it and then check the tab
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| You checking my pockets, you better know math
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| First I trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then I dab
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| Trap, then dab
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| I’m trapping and I’m dabbing
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| I need a whole lot of cash
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| Yeah, a lot of cash
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| Big whole bag of cash y’all niggas been having
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| Looking for a bitch to fuck
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| Gotta have ass
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| Yeah, she gotta have ass
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| She gotta have it
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| My nigga, I’m strapped the fuck up
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| I got that pistol tucked
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| Yeah, I gotta keep it on the plug, but I’m a savage |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First I Trap Then I Dab , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп