Letra de TRAP MUSIK [FEAT. MAC BONEY), T.I.



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

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