- Early Morning Trappin 歌詞 Rich The Kid
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- I told you, man, I told you! Dont fuck with me!
I told you, no fucking kids!
No, but you wouldnt listen
Why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, ya know what Im sayin?
Lil bih
Was up trappin early?
She bad and boujee but whippin a birdie
My cup is so dirty ( what)
Your diamonds dont shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, thats so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Aint doin no talkin, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin
So much green on my street like its grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink Ima pour , yeah
Like I know the dots
Ima beat her box
Beatin off her fuckin socks
30 gotta mop, shoot you look like chicken pox
I be whippin rocks
Fiends and me, they sniffin rocks
Im a trapstar, ayy
Hope I dont crash
Do the dash in a NASCAR, ayy
Really is a fast car
Its a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah turn you ass to clip-art, boy you is a retard
On the go just like a go-cart
Makin art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin trappin
Early mornin trappin
Early mornin trappin
Early mornin trappin
Early mornin trappin
Was up trappin early?
She bad and boujee but whippin a birdie
Mycup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds dont shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, thats so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Aint doin no talkin, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin
So much green on my street like its grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink Ima pour, yeah
Pull up with Trippie
Pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys
More Act in the simply
These niggas in line to get to the milli
AP two-tone, she suckin my dick
Wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
Im sending her right home (Huh, what)
She bad and boujee gon whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
Im trappin the 30
I dont do no cap
Racks all in the cabinet
They was hatin, I was rackin, stackin, and relaxin
Dream might get a hunded bands
Now Im ridin round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee
Im makin movies, might fuck a bitch on camera
I need a Fanta and got served
I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt
Thats when she poppin the perc
Was up trappin early?
She bad and boujee but whippin a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds dont shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, thats so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Aint doin no talkin, the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like its grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink Ima pour, yeah
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