Trap n*gga lyrics

by

Zay


Trap n*gga
(Gorillo on the beat)

[Hook]
A lot of b*tches want the di*k but I'm stingy wit it
And I don't gotta show off money cause she know I get it
And I ain't friendly with these hoes you know how it goes
I'm catching plays call her Mimi cause she hold the pole
She be smokin facies she don't match n*ggas
Her sex appeal is dressed to kill when she wear black n*gga
I tell her the di*k is hers and she say facts n*gga
She f*ck with me, she stuck with me
I'm a trap n*gga

[Verse 1: Jduce]
She let me slide by and bust the di*k like a drive by
And when I pull up I connect straight to the wifi
I eat my b*tch alive my n*gga, why lie?
Smoke my spinach and then I turn into Popeye
Eat it up and beat it up when she's around
Then I get it, hit fast then I slow it down
And every time she bout to come, I can feel her shake
She always on go cause I don't like to wait
There is no lust, I can swear it's love
She get it raw with these other hoes I wear a glove
And I'm the first number she dial when she leave the club
If I ain't hit it in a while I start seeing subs
No drama, liquor, marijuana and great sex
And when she wake up in the morning I get a great text
She bout 5'6 I call her "happy hour"
And she stash the lemon squeeze when she getting sour

[Hook]
A lot of b*tches want the di*k but I'm stingy wit it
And I don't gotta show off money cause she know I get it
And I ain't friendly with these hoes you know how it goes
I'm catching plays call her Mimi cause she hold the pole
She be smokin facies she don't match n*ggas
Her sex appeal is dressed to kill when she wear black n*gga
I tell her the di*k is hers and she say facts n*gga
She f*ck with me, she stuck with me
I'm a trap n*gga

[Verse 2: Jduce]
Blunt ride when we slide, I let her drive
Out to eat open the door when she go inside
No dutches, I had to teach her how to roll the wood
I tried to keep us on the beach and up out the hood
She keep her sh*t to herself, as she should
Head first, Michael Phelps cause the pus*y good
That's my lil baby, that's my lil baby
And she see some funny sh*t then she going crazy
She send me a screenshot and be like "yeah n*gga?"
I get home and eat it while she pull my hair n*gga
I do me she can't do her it ain't fair n*gga
But she's gon be mine forever, I don't care n*gga
Whenever she call my phone I'm gon answer that and if I miss a phone call I'm gon call her back
And she gon ask me did I eat and am I coming thru
I said yeah but when I eat you gon be c*mmin too

[Hook]
A lot of b*tches want the di*k but I'm stingy wit it
And I don't gotta show off money cause she know I get it
And I ain't friendly with these hoes you know how it goes
I'm catching plays call her Mimi cause she hold the pole
She ain't with me, she smoke facies she don't match n*ggas
Her sex appeal is dressed to kill when she wear black n*gga
I tell her the di*k is hers and she say facts n*gga
She f*ck with me, she stuck with me
I'm a trap n*gga

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