| Traphouse
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| Know where the trap be
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| Nobody loves me where the trap be
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| I don’t see no finish line, but my heart racin'
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| Fuck the judge, no, fuck the system, they all racist (Yeah)
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| Free Lil Joe, wish he could beat all cases
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| The whole time he thought it was up, they was all hatin'
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| We gon' stack that paper, run it up always
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| This one right here for all them niggas that got threw away
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| We can’t never leave, we call it street love
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| Nobody else was there, it still was street love
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| Ain’t figured it out yet, but I know it’s a way I can get my niggas back
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| And we don’t never pray, we so quick to get on our knees to shoot some craps
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| And we ain’t never fuck, she so quick to get on her phone and pull up Snap
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| (Yeah)
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| So-and-so killed that boy, but he ain’t never throw away his strap (Yeah)
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| Seen niggas die, seen niggas get life, we still in that trap
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| And they built some favors in the prison, that shit still ain’t fair (Yeah)
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| Money calling, I can’t get no sleep, I won’t take no nap (Yeah)
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| Fuck a bitch, then I’ma put on my drip, now they think I’m Fab (Yeah)
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| If you didn’t get it, «F.A.B.» |
| stands for «Fuck a bitch» (Yeah)
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| Made him sneak straps in the club, he know we ain’t trustin' shit (Yeah)
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| Every time I hear they hatin', I make another hit (Yeah)
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| Saw my last ho fuck around and bought another bitch
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| Know you ain’t seen him in a while
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| So say a prayer for your dawg
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| Twenty-three hours behind the wall
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| Like Michael J’s, he was tryna buy his kids some Michael J’s (Yeah)
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| She know I’ma leave this drip, that’s every time I move
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| Diamonds on me, they flooded, I can take you on a cruise
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| Tryna make this shit in rap, too many made the news (Yeah)
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| She say she ready to fuck just 'cause she like my shoes (Like my Loubs)
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| I don’t see no finish line, but my heart racin'
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| Fuck the judge, no, fuck the system, they all racist (Yeah)
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| Free Lil Joe, wish he could beat all cases
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| The whole time he thought it was up, they was all hatin'
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| We gon' stack that paper, run it up always
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| This one right here for all them niggas that got threw away
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| We can’t never leave, we call it street love
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| Nobody else was there, it still was street love |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart Racing , by - NoCap. Song from the album Neighborhood Hero, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп