| Man I’ve been trapping all day
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| Man I don’t even sleep
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| I been posted on the block ain’t make it home in a week
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| I don’t even chang my clothes, wash my face, or brush my teeth
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| To keep that Gucci on my back and that Prada on my feet
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| I trap trap 365 24/7 hater I be on my grind
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| You know I’m 'bout my paper no lie
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| They say they need that work we get it to them no time
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| I’m 'bout mine drought time trying to stash cake
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| Cause niggas Dave Chappele with work they selling half baked
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| Drop it in the pot you lose mad weight
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| A nigga sell me that we set his ass straight
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| I’m like goons out lurking
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| Show up to his crib in the a.m. and get murdered
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| Word up get these niggas something they ain’t heard of
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| Cause I’m well respected well connected like a server
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| The nerve of fucking lames thinking its a fucking game
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| We up in rain
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| No rims on it fuck 'em plain
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| Fuck 'em good fuck 'em hard
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| Hating niggas fuck 'em all
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| Half them niggas fuck with law they cross that line get fucking knocked
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| But I don’t get mad I just get paper
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| See me fresh in DTS laughing like hi hater
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| I tap on the gas and its bye hater
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| We get them squares in a little package like Now & Laters
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| You see whatever you need you could get it here
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| My niggas always got it they getting it off the pier
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| You want to last long in this game well listen here
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| You keep your mouth close make sure that work it disappears
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| I can get you murked with a whisper in the ear
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| Getting it cracking over here
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| They getting work but ain’t no action over there
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| These rappers is actions I swear
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| I moved so much shit I should win trapper of the year
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| See I’m posted on that block watching over bread
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| I got forty on my hip and get one up in the head
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| Let a nigga run up and he dead I promise that
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| Live by that G cod and I’mma always honor that
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| Where the fuck did these niggas find you at
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| Your money too short your mula too light
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| Your paper too thin hommie you ain’t got to win
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| This Gillie and Meek two nigga from the streets
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| Stay fly that’s why your bitches leave with me
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| Now get with me or big glizzy
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| Brick of raw looking like an Xbox 360
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| Riding dirty through the hood like a Banshee 350
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| Bout to take it to the trap and tell my man get busy
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| Got them hands like Bibby ya the whip game proper
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| I was fucking with that hard 'til the wrist game got up
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| Then my bitch game got up
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| Every whore that I adore they was checking for the boy
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| But I was checking for the raw
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| Either posted on the block right in the cut next to the store
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| With dimes of vanilla had the fiends like it was Thriller
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| Ya I mean I would kill them on the 1st
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| Came out early in the morning trying to make the birds chirp |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trappin All Day , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Flamers 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп