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Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha) I came through in that hard-top I saw them haters hearts drop Oh you mad cos your crews bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers trapper of the year Uh, Ice city taking flight That's why niggas that I barely know be claiming that we're tight How I get more off ami than they're making off of light Them man there come like Andy Cole the way they're playing with the white I had LVs on my feet you was in some pumas Selling food to the consumers now my room look like a jewellers The worlds gone crazy everybody wanna be ballers Could have put him on but he got a problem taking orders Now I got most the city feeling me But my money straight so I ain't gotta put up with this industry But if I blow then guaranteed I put on all my niggas Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hittas I'm a legend on the street I make sure everybody eat Giuseppe's on my feet the mandem get those every week SongtexteThe street show us love cos there ain't too many real about I woke up this morning pissed off cos it was still a drought I came through in that hard-top I saw them haters hearts drop Oh you mad cos your crews bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers trapper of the year I told my chick I don't need the stress Got old money and I got p that's fresh Plus I had me packs and I bees the best My plug had 20 bricks he gave me a key to test Told him I ain't got insomnia but I need the rest Now they're acting funny Me, Jamal, court-side watching Andy Murray After that I went back to the block, niggas hand me money Now my chick saying that she stepping Says I only care about myself and I'm a player like Beckham Niggas violate the ting, know I'll spray them in a second If I had a record deal I still ain't laying down my weapon Little niggas think you're trapstars cah you flipped a box I'm bout to whip up so much yay I need a wicked witches pot I'm strapped I ain't taking a chance So tell them labels I don't need a advance I'm in the crop house feeding these plants Since Year 9 I always knew I'd be shining Like Bart Simpson cah after school I was grinding I came through in that hard-top I saw them haters hearts drop Oh you mad cos your crews bummy When I come through I'm looking like some new money x4 I ain't the trapper of the year I sold to the trappers of the year That makes me the trappers trapper of the year Aus Songtexte Mania