| Oh it’s holiday season nigga
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| My trap beating harder than a bass drum
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| My trap beating harder than a bass drum
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| My trap beating harder than a bass drum
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| Holiday season
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| Damn son where’d you find that
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| These bitches eating pills like they jolly ranchers
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| She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer
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| I’m cooking this dope with 2 fucking bows
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| I need an extra hand, I need 3 extra stoves
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| I can make you dance doing Everland’s
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| It’s your final chance, get your wedding bands
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| I keep that white girl like a white mass
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| East Atlanta zone at 6 you’re in trial land
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| My mind ain’t got invert, my shit jump out the gym
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| Bitches are down to break their neck, just too look at him
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| She don’t really like me but she love my rims
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| Yellow Lamborghini same color as my bottom teams
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| My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms
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| My goons money in the living room
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| My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms
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| My goons money in the living room
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| Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us
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| Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
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| Holiday season bitch
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| Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us
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| Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
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| Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us
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| Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
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| I pull out the rose and make that trap go to troppin'
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| When I pull out my money
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| Even these hoe niggaz watchin'
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| I hit a lick it I bought a wing stop
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| I sprinkle lemon pepper in that rerack
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| I took my time I had to build a fortress
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| Straight flouse and my closet look like Walter’s
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| Step back the peers I got my Gucci skully on
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| Shout out my Nigga Gucci know it money long
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| Got my bank money I got my lawyer fee
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| Shout out the brick squad, my shoes are quarter key
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| My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin harder than you trap booms
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| My goons money in the living room
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| My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God
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| My trap boomin harder than you trap booms
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| My goons money in the living room |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Boomin' , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Est. in 1989, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп