Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Star , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 29.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Star |
| I’m a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar |
| Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car |
| And she likes it (she likes it nigga)…ay |
| And she likes it (chyeah) |
| (Lets get it!) Got the city on smash |
| Streets on click clock |
| Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha) |
| I’m so materialistic, so well connected |
| Just ask about me, so well respected (ay) |
| Run the streets all day I don’t get no sleep (nope) |
| Eat at Spondivits four times a week |
| Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (chyeah) |
| I’m the real deal these other niggas imposters |
| Popping gold bottles, yeah I took those sips (sips) |
| 50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips) |
| Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (chyeah) |
| Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c’mon |
| I’m a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar |
| Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car |
| And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it)…ay |
| And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) |
| I’m a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar |
| Keep Barney in the Sweets, cop Goose from the bar |
| And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah) |
| And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) |
| Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough) |
| Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe) |
| From toe to head the kicks match the cap (chyeah) |
| Black t-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ay) |
| The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain |
| New Jordans on his feet, Snowman’s the name (haha) |
| Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo’s on it (fo's on it) |
| Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it) |
| Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what) |
| Nigga can’t you tell I really sold those deuces (yup) |
| The squares are white, the tape is black (what else) |
| The wait is over, the real is back (ay) |
| Li’l momma wanna holla at a pimp (pimp) |
| My money too straight, I don’t walk wit' a limp (naw) |
| It ain’t hard girl just use ya head (haha) |
| Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeah) |
| Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic |
| Purple Mango, yeah it’s so exotic (chyeah) |
| No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh) |
| Im talking white squares with the stamps in the middle (haha) |
| You know me, take the good with the bad |
| Can’t complain the Porsche came with the rag |
| And the chopper came with extra clips |
| So when you niggas outta line we can extra flip (hey) |