| I’ve been laid up in this trap for days
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| Trying to make this money in ways
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| I never imagined, minimum wage
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| I’ve been getting paper since back in the days
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| When dirty D was loadin' that K
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| Back in Yorkview, had to snorkel
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| When in December, them cold ass days
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| When the nights was blue and the days was purple
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| Bound to hurt you, hearts was broken
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| Stomach was empty, breaking curfew
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| Wild lil' niggas running through the back streets like Apaches
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| Ready to let the gat squeeze on the enemies
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| This… call freeze, from the cops
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| Who’s breaking in lots
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| Leavin' with the matchbox Chevy’s with convertible tops
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| And the chromed out stops
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| Perfect virtue, perfect clock
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| Up against time but we made it stop
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| Grind time, Primetime
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| Mama wanna know when I find time
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| The streets will kill me before I find mine
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| But I’m trying, to get rich, beyond design
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| So if I die, know I’ll die trying
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| Until then, I’m fine, I’ll find mine
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| Way back, I’m not blind
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| I remember the starting line of this maze
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| I’ve been laid up in this trap for days
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| Trying to make this money in ways
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| I never imagined, minimum ways
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| I’ve been getting paper since back in the days
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| I’ve been getting paper since back in the days
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| Back in the days
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| I’ve been getting paper since back in the days
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| I’ve been getting paper since back in the days |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Money , by - Stalley. Song from the album Songs by Me, Stalley, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп