Use'ta This
(专辑： Trappy New Years - 2016)
[Fabolous:] Yo, I
be telling 'em, once they get used to this, they gon' have a
hard time tryna find it somewhere else It ain't this real over there You think living my dream came over night, baby Like I
ain't had chicken wings over rice, baby I
just need me somebody to blow the
dice, baby But do you take a
bad bitch over a
nice lady? Can't say they ain't worth it, just overpriced maybe Can't really tell if she ride, I
drove it twice maybe That ass do turn heads like poltergeist, baby Know she put it in her mouth, that overbite crazy I'm tryna chill but really I'm cold as ice, baby You used to hear me in the
streets like motorbikes, baby I
been staying to myself, the
social life's shady Your own blood'll watch you bleed, you know that like brazy I
outgrow people like baby clothes I
hate yes men and maybe hoes Real shit expose a
friend that maybe foe You day ones was plotting on you on the
day before Yeah, baby row for baby Joe Johan getting big, gave his Rollie to baby bro Yeah, we even hand-me-down different You raising kings, you gotta hand 'em crowns different Uh, Cartier Christmasses It's more toys in the
driveway than the
Christmas list Everybody Gucci, we can smile today This is what we hustle for, Trappy Holidays [Trey Songz:] Mexicano, working nigga, trapaholic Genius nigga, something like I'm Aristotle Hit the
gas, baby, I'm talking full throttle Beat the
odds, the
numbers wait, hold up Took a
nigga bitch, I'm so used to this Got another whip, I'm so used to this Niggas telling lies, I'm so used to this Feeling too fly for the
goofy shit I
be going dumb on the
doofuses Flicking my thumbs on the
blue faces She calling me daddy, who's the
kid? Baby, that's too bad, don't know who's it is Money on the
nightstand, 100s all folded Still ain't been to sleep, niggas downstairs loaded Lashes on the
counter, makeup on the
wash cloth R&B thug, give a
fuck about a
pop star Show a
nigga love, I'm just tryna get my rocks off Coming for the
bread, toes pop up like a
Pop Tart Bully got the 9
iron, I
ain't talking Top Gun Say you got the
keys, well my niggas popping locks off Shout out to my Gs 'cause they know that Trigga got charge All my pussy extra on the
chicken like it's hot sauce See a
nigga dripping and what is it if it's not sauce? Tell the
pigs we ain't tryna listen, we will not talk Getting bankrolls, pulling hoes and it's my dogs I
am not the
one to trade, you should try dog One or two Ks, hit the
dot, no topped off One or two plays, hit the
lot, now the
top off Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt like the
young nigga say Uzi in the
Vert charge that my young nigga take Take that charge for me, boy, take that charge for me Talking to my chrome, I
she say she talk to God for me All the
dirt I'm doing, I
just pray that God love me All the
work I'm doing, yeah sometimes it's hard for me Twerk it all, booty solid, keep it hard for me You know how we ball, Fab threw the
lob for me Got my own trap, don't need you to ride for me All these niggas is my sons, I'm a
let 'em shine for me Drinking vino out the
bottle while my baby whine for me Vino out the
bottle while my baby whine for me, yeah Mexicano, working nigga, trapaholic Genius nigga, something like I'm Aristotle Hit the
gas, baby, I'm talking full throttle Beat the
odds, the
numbers wait, hold up Took a
nigga bitch, I'm so used to this Got another whip, I'm so used to this Niggas telling lies, I'm so used to this Feeling too fly for the
goofy shit I
be going dumb on the
doofuses Flicking my thumbs on the
blue faces She calling me daddy, who's the
kid? Baby, that's too bad, don't know who's it is
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