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ar fiteen - real trappa lyrics

[intro]
she know i’m a real trappa
she want me to kidnap her
i got them real racks
she a bad b-tch wanna real trappa
yeah

[chorus]
she a lil bad b-tch wanna’ f-ck with a real trappa
real trappa, real trappa, real trappa, real trappa, yeah
she a lil bad b-tch wanna’ f-ck with a real trappa
real trappa, real trappa, real trappa, real trappa, yeah
these n-gg-s broke, she wanna get spoiled
racks on the floor, spend it on clothes
sellin that dope, go get some more
and i’m trappin next door, i’m using the stove

[verse]
look at the -ss on her, i spend a bag on her
know i be serving, i make the purchase
she don’t want a broke boy say she allergic
and she still got her own that’s for certain
i f-ck her then she go to sleep then i’m right back in kitchen
she really want me out the streets, she told me invest in her business
im turning her into a freak, just cause my bank account bank bigger
i keep taking her out to eat, she happy cause she getting thicker
she all in the mirror she shaking her -ss instead of getting ready
i don’t even trip cause i got some plays
i still gotta’ trap my bag get heavy
i might take a break to come right to you
and hit from the back i know she gone let me
i mess up her hair, i don’t even care
i pay for it and for a mani and pedi cause

[verse 2]
she know ima real trappa, and i’m doing gymnastics
she calling my phone to come pick her up she want me to kidnap her
i’m all in her house she look in the trash she keep finding brick wrappers
f-ck all that scamming, i got some cash these n-gg-s big cappin’
i don’t give a f-ck bout these b-tches, that’s why she never complain
she know that my license suspended, she put my car in her name
no matter the weather i get it, i even trap in the rain
she want me to shoot up the club, but i just blow out her brains
she all in the mirror she shaking her -ss instead of getting ready
i don’t even trip cause i got some plays, i still gotta trap my bag get heavy
i got me some ice you know what i like
baguette ap, i call it baguettie
it ain’t even fair, i’m way to player
i making her realize she glad she met me cause

- ar fiteen lyrics

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