- Lil Keed Traplanta 歌詞
- Lil Keed
- (Deskhop make it drop, yeah)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I **** up the money counter
**** on that ho, then give her right back, I aint got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, Im drippin in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin paid, Im servin them Js, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin paid, homie, we aint gettin laid, homie
Im with real right homies who aint gon change on me
I got real shooters, wont say no names, homie
I know a real bully, you cant tame homie
In a NASCAR, fast car, thats a Trackhawk
Vibed out with nothin but broads (Hoo)
Goddamn, broke the money counter (Hoo)
Goin in, we dont care bout cameras (Hoo)
He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (Hoo)
Shit, thats all Im sayin
Im signin all the deals, nigga, I dont even want the plan
Have you ever seen that molly color khaki pants?
Keep on playin, I bet your brother be dyin in your hands
Im with DYN abusin all the Xans
I **** up the money counter
**** on that ho, then give her right back, I aint got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, Im drippin in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin paid, Im servin them Js, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin paid, homie, we aint gettin laid, homie
Traphouse
**** this shit, Im ridin in a Trackhawk
My mama askin for it, so I tear it off
Get what she want, it dont matter (Woo )
On the stove, remixin a brick, tricks of Benihana
I aint even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds
If he ever play with the racks, yeah, he gotta be a dummy
Yeah, I know my folks gon tax em, so I load up my lumber
Yeah, Im in Traplanta
Yeah, we pour some many fours in the ****in Fanta
Boy, I know you ****in told, though, I cannot stand ya
So you better watch fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta
**** your ho, we dont lust, nigga, in Traplanta
I **** up the money counter (Slimeball)
**** on that ho, then give her right back, I aint got no manners
We pull up with chops, then chop the block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, Im drippin in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin paid, Im servin them Js, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin paid, homie, we aint gettin laid, homie
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