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  • T.I. »

    T.I. Trap Muzik текст песни

    Trap Muzik

    (feat. Mac Boney)

    This a trap
    This aint no album
    This aint no game
    This a trap (trap muzik)
    [Repeat 8x]

    [1st Verse]
    Welcome back to the trap
    Niggas back in the trap
    Wit another heavy chevy
    Big dope boys and trap
    All you rap niggas role out
    I trap when it’s cold out
    Whack niggas flyin
    But I stay down to I’m sold out
    Cause down a hundred ground
    Like a rapping in a dope house
    Man wherever I be
    The feds got me scoped out
    Mother fucker let my nuts hang
    Block out the duc canes
    Cook it to it bubbles
    Doulble fast as a mustang
    I know you think you fuck man
    But little showty tuff man
    Been a long time
    Since a nigg from Alanta
    Spit this nuts game
    Thats a very few of real niggas
    So how could they give nigga
    The feelin that a real nigga
    Would get around a real nigga
    All they do is still niggas ideas
    And rhythm wit em
    Holla sumthin similar
    Talking bout the hood
    Like they hung in em
    I got a million rhythms
    Want em come get em
    What bitch you pussy nigga
    I’m just havin fun wit em
    [chorus repeat 8x]

    [verse 2]
    Still telling niggas
    I aint wholing I aint crolling
    When the 12 hit the corner
    I aint brolling I aint rolling
    Keep the coat stretch out
    Like Carl Louis Hamstring
    Stepped on like I’m working
    With the damn thing
    Drible baby aint seen
    What I do to a ounce of doe
    A whip man on my pager
    Like I pay you folks
    To whip somemoore
    I’m doper than the fluid cellur
    I flip it all up by myself
    I give my niggas recipes
    So they can turn to sumthin else
    They love to work
    Thats why I keep em comin
    Like conlasions plate
    We flip the cake
    We move this shit from Georgia
    Baby state to state
    Attemadate
    Niggas in the city
    Who’ve been moving weight
    Nobody loosing weight
    They fuck with us
    Cause you’ve been known to hate
    Demonstrate
    The way we turned the trout
    Out in ’98
    Sarted out in ’95
    Started out with nicks and dimes
    Niggas you done lost your mind
    Thinking you could set up shop
    Pimpin I respect the game
    Lets take this to another block
    [chorus repeat 8x]
    [outro talk]

    [outro verse]
    Pimp squad
    Showty still in the trap
    When I spot a scene hot
    With the man name Jon
    And the collad green pot
    On alot of straight hen
    And alot of green pot
    Compation in a range
    Like he gotta be stop
    Well maybe I will be
    But probably not
    Oh what the blood cloak
    You try to knock em out and he sock
    Listen to me I’m serious
    Thinkin how did he not
    End up way up
    On the top of Detroit
    If come where I was
    You gotta be pop
    And if you really want to pop
    And I rather be dropped
    Listen pops
    Want to know a little more
    About rap
    Firts rule this is real
    It aint just a record deal
    Its a trap
    [music continues]
    [music fades]



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