| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
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| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
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| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
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| She addicted, now she in love with it
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| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
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| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
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| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
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| Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it
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| I might come up on the truth
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| She might get slow, might make a wreck
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| I might run into her drawers
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| And get out, might face a pet
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| I got niggas for the low
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| For them niggas who wanna tech
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| How much the shit you wanna know?
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| Fucking your bitch and bring her back
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| I’m never caught in the high
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| They all know I play it cool
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| Ain’t in feelings, they wanna fight
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| I’m just tryna run out the loop
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| Pay out some niggas, what it is
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| Don’t feel nobody, ain’t no cold
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| She like dippin' dabbin' in pound
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| She came a victim in the hoe
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| Took her to the trap now she in love with it
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| She ain’t scared to get in trouble, she gon' thug with me |
| , I know you fuck with it
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| all in my boots, nah, ain’t a dove in it
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| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
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| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
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| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
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| She addicted, now she in love with it
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| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
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| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
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| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
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| Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it
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| that bank, I blew it on myself
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| Bought some drink, a house, some kush
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| The rest I blew it on her hair
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| Catch me in Atlanta
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| I still got Louis, I don’t wear
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| Y’all busy worrying 'bout them necks
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| Look at what’s gon' be over there
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| Fuck with me on the plug
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| They pree me, watching me grub
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| But when the hood turning me up
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| Yeah, I made the way out the mud
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| Where was you? |
| I wouldn’t work with
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| Run and tell me, well that’s a cuff
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| If she love to chill, wife her up
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| Took her to the trap now she in love with it
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| She ain’t scared to get in trouble, she gon' thug with me |
| , I know you fuck with it
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| all in my boots, nah, ain’t a dove in it
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| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
|
| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
|
| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
|
| She addicted, now she in love with it
|
| Took your bitch to the trap hole now she in love with it
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| Hey, whole lotta geekin', plus there’s drugs in it
|
| Lotta money, lotta poon, might hide your girl in it
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| Hey, she addicted, now she in love with it |