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Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah (Uh) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah All Hail Mary, Billie Jean, it's about to get real scary They don't want beef or dairy Hundred thousand while I talk on celly Ordinary, ain't nothin' they could talk or tell me Balmain, picture perfect like more than Getty Gettin' my focus on, aim it, pop up like toasters on 'em Smell me like Folgers Don't come here with that bullshit I put the locals on 'em, they was laughin' at me, now the joke is on 'em, huh I tell my shooter to focus on 'em And the old niggas make the court a ballroom I tell lil' mami to hold off (I tell lil' mami to hold off) I take a Perc and I doze off, huh I drink the liquor and go ball Nigga, my body different, my body go on go mode We be spinnin' the whole four Shit, we see you, we shootin' through both doors Either win or you lose, it ain't no draws Songtexte Nigga, I got the soldiers comin' You can get it for the low or nothin' Put on my broach or somethin', bitch Take off my coat for nothin', pimp Limp when I walk, I'm stuntin', drip Fuck with' my bro, "What's up, then, bitch?" Who left the faucet runnin'? Drip-drip Knowledge shit, rockstar, pop molly shit Yeah, braids in, so long like dreads, on my Bob Marley shit Uh, pop tags, floss Prada like a partnership Would've thought that nigga started it Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga Slide on her then I politic She seeing stars like astrologists Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' shit Finessin', common sense with the scholarship I'm the opposite of modestness Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania