Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Muzik , by - T.I.. Release date: 18.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Muzik |
| This a trap |
| This aint no album |
| This aint no game |
| This a trap (trap muzik) |
| Welcome back to the trap |
| Niggas back in the trap |
| Wit another heavy chevy |
| Big dope boys and trap |
| All you rap niggas role out |
| I trap when it’s cold out |
| Whack niggas flyin |
| But I stay down to I’m sold out |
| Cause down a hundred ground |
| Like a rapping in a dope house |
| Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out |
| Mother fucker let my nuts hang |
| Block out the duc canes |
| Cook it to it bubbles |
| Doulble fast as a mustang |
| I know you think you fuck man |
| But little showty tuff man |
| Been a long time |
| Since a nigg from Alanta |
| Spit this nuts game |
| Thats a very few of real niggas |
| So how could they give nigga |
| The feelin that a real nigga |
| Would get around a real nigga |
| All they do is still niggas ideas |
| And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar |
| Talking bout the hood |
| Like they hung in em |
| I got a million rhythms |
| Want em come get em What bitch you pussy nigga |
| I’m just havin fun wit em Still telling niggas |
| I aint wholing I aint crolling |
| When the 12 hit the corner |
| I aint brolling I aint rolling |
| Keep the coat stretch out |
| Like Carl Louis Hamstring |
| Stepped on like I’m working |
| With the damn thing |
| Drible baby aint seen |
| What I do to a ounce of doe |
| A whip man on my pager |
| Like I pay you folks |
| To whip somemoore |
| I’m doper than the fluid cellur |
| I flip it all up by myself |
| I give my niggas recipes |
| So they can turn to sumthin else |
| They love to work |
| Thats why I keep em comin |
| Like conlasions plate |
| We flip the cake |
| We move this shit from Georgia |
| Baby state to state |
| Attemadate |
| Niggas in the city |
| Who’ve been moving weight |
| Nobody loosing weight |
| They fuck with us Cause you’ve been known to hate |
| Demonstrate |
| The way we turned the trout |
| Out in '98 |
| Sarted out in '95 |
| Started out with nicks and dimes |
| Niggas you done lost your mind |
| Thinking you could set up shop |
| Pimpin I respect the game |
| Lets take this to another block |
| Pimp squad |
| Showty still in the trap |
| When I spot a scene hot |
| With the man name Jon |
| And the collad green pot |
| On alot of straight hen |
| And alot of green pot |
| Compation in a range |
| Like he gotta be stop |
| Well maybe I will be But probably not |
| Oh what the blood cloak |
| You try to knock em out and he sock |
| Listen to me I’m serious |
| Thinkin how did he not |
| End up way up On the top of Detroit |
| If come where I was |
| You gotta be pop |
| And if you really want to pop |
| And I rather be dropped |
| Listen pops |
| Want to know a little more |
| About rap |
| Firts rule this is real |
| It aint just a record deal |
| Its a trap |