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Rich Homie Quan

Trap House

 

Trap House


[Chorus Rich Homie Quan:]
Pistol on me, they say I shot him
Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms
My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watching
Every move you nigga's make
That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas
I say that trap house do number everyday
I say that trap house do number everyday
I say that trap house do number everyday
I say that trap house do number everyday

[Verse 1 Offset:]
Trap house doing numbers, baking soda formulas
Gotta keep hammer that for my armor
I heard you fuck nigga's out here snitching you are informing
Trap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments
Your bitch say that I'm charming that's cause of all these charms
Saddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm
There go Quan checking and telling me... smelling like oranges
Money bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us
G5 still tour, y'all nigga's ain't important
Money in my hand like ointment, just pair of Jordans
You nigga's wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money
Leopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shoping in
Offset

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 Rich Homie Quan:]
Trap house have em stupid prices
I don't know what you want, I'm a let you decide it
Nigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited
Cause they the main a reason why a nigga on
They call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that
They treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who getting it
I got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention
Back on your bitch start feeling herself, worrying bout me, she killing herself
Telling your friends you ain't needing no help, but every time I your hand out for the
You crazy gotta give that back and a baby
Your girl with the swag cooking drugs so pure like the 80s
Box still going crazy, hotbox I'm pulling out daily
Even though I made it, still walk around with that

[Chorus]

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