Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DR TRAP PART 2, artist - Joey Trap. Date of issue: 06.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DR TRAP PART 2 |
| (Baby, let me show you 'bout the work |
| Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church |
| Take the rounds up, just in case a nigga lurk |
| Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt) |
| Ayy, sending out with wrap |
| Whippin' in the kitchen, broke my wrist and hurt my damn back |
| Take a couple millies just to flip a rubber band pack |
| Fenty, purple molly, and the white, I got the damn crack |
| Audi rings, I’m flipping out the back like we in Beijing |
| Police on the block, it’s getting hot, this shit is blazing |
| I know she a thot, but then the sloppy feel amazing |
| Percocet and molly got your shorty acting crazy |
| Bitch, knock it off |
| She must think I love her, bitch, not at all |
| Keep the 30 on me, get the problem solved |
| Fiends taking fentanyl, they noddin' off |
| Nigga, get a bag |
| I already told you I’m not frontin', why you gettin' mad? |
| Y’all is acting pussy, lil' nigga, go and get a pad |
| I be in the future, and I know you nigga’s in the past |
| Ayy, what the fuck is good? |
| No I cannot be your nigga, baby, thought you understood |
| I be working at the business, then I send her to the hood |
| Y’all ain’t saving money up and Imma say you really should |
| Ayy, I already did |
| I ain’t talking 'bout the fitted, we aiming at your lip |
| If he never pay my money back then we gon' snatch his kids |
| If he wanna be the quarter back then we gon' send a blitz |
| Nigga, fuck your life |
| I don’t mean to be too disrespectful, I could fuck your wife |
| Me and you, we got a different mental, I’m as sharp as a knife |
| I be chopping beats up with the pencil, and send it to knice |
| Ayy, this is easy |
| I be rolling up the zaza, nigga this the bleezy |
| I be looking up like haha, I be on my TV |
| Nigga, you don’t want the drama, you could get the three piece |
| Ayy |
| Baby, let me show you 'bout the work |
| Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church |
| Take the rounds up, just in case a nigga lurk |
| Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt |