Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song beibs in the trap, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
beibs in the trap |
| I just poured a eight in a liter |
| Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter |
| Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho |
| And she snortin' three lines like Adidas |
| Got a black girl rolling off molly |
| Got a White bitch snorting up snow |
| Say she want real niggas in the party |
| Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo |
| Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca) |
| She said she want more |
| She said she want more |
| So I’mma get more |
| Yeah I’mma get more |
| Bitch close the door, the shit on your nose |
| She said she want more |
| She said she want more |
| So I’mma get more |
| Yeah I’mma get more |
| I just poured a eight in a liter |
| But a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber |
| Are you sure you want to party with the demons? |
| Bitch, looking for a phone I ain’t seen it |
| Toe frost bit water no Fiji |
| Free Stix I’m poured up and I’m leanin' |
| I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings |
| Cause their main bitch wanna come see me |
| She said she want more |
| Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go |
| She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca) |
| Now she’s touching her toes |
| She got Anna Nicole all on her nose |
| If they kick down the door we gon' get locked for sure |
| She said she want more |
| Fuck it, I’mma get more |
| Amen, high life, sleepy, night night |
| Flashes spotlight, pull up, night sky |
| Peace peace, peace to God |
| Grind me grind me, strike me, strike me |
| Indict me, snipe me, swipe it, drop it, trap it (yeah yeah) |
| I’m lit, lightning, white bitch, she thick |
| Pulled out in the hood Toyota |
| Drove back to the hood Lambo |
| Crush xans, crush xans in my soda |
| Riding around the city with my eyes closed |
| Crazy girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' |
| Tryna' text my accountant |
| Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!) |
| Won’t you come to the bottom |
| Know you heard a lot about 'em |
| Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring |
| I watch them take that then they change like a mood ring |
| Pulled out in the hood Toyota |
| Drove back to the hood Lambo |
| Crush xans, crush xans in my soda |
| Riding around the city with my eyes closed |
| I just poured a eight in a liter |
| Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter |
| Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho |
| And she snortin' three lines like Adidas |
| Got a black girl rolling off molly |
| Got a white bitch snortin' on snow |
| Say she want real niggas in the party |
| Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo |
| Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca) |
| She said she want more |
| She said she want more |
| So I’mma get more |
| Yeah I’mma get more |
| Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose |
| She said she want more |
| She said she want more |
| So I’mma get more |
| Yeah I’mma get more |