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cell block cellus – trap queen(remix) lyrics

[intro]
my n-ggas keep dat thang
call me a scholar baby i all i want is brain
if broski need some money he gon go hit em a stain
diamond chains
sip champagne
can’t complain
loyalty yea b-tch i bleed it
she always down when i need it
(that’s why i f-ck with you)

[hook 1]
and i’m in love with my paper
i be in the hood im showin love wit my paper(yeahhhh)
don’t give a f-ck bout a hater
flexin hard a get yo -ss smoked like a vapor

[verse 1]
f-cked her den kicked her out dat was my decision
i kept it brief like a mission
my n-ggas deep like incisions
and know im .. gon get this money no psychic had a vision
i know some plugs dat a keep you connected like technicians
i said im gone
liqour put me in my zone
google my n-ggas be cl!ckin dat chrome
yo money short like a gnome
finessed for da dome
den told dat b-tch to go home
i swear dis rap sh-t addictive
like ties on the arm shootin up in the kitchen
my n-ggas slide den leave em to rot dats decomposition
if i see four(c4) opps imma blow demolition
you kno i see no compet-tion like lebron da f-ck yu think
yu ain’t get her attention but my flow wood like skatin rinks
if yu in traffic and yu lackin flame yo whip like custom paint
i need my diamonds bright light saber
30 n-ggas wit me talkin deep as f-ck darth vader
if he think he spit dragon heat no st nick i sleigh him
if i catch yu by yoself den yu f-cked vibrator
hoes ain’t sh-t constipation
in her mouth operation
treat me like a god cause i spit verses like a revelation
cell is sick only rite he gon ball cancer patient
in the cut laceration
wit dese kis activation

[hook 2]
i’m crackin cards wit my baby
i be in the kitchen whippin hard wit my baby yeah
i can rob wit my baby
i be on the corner thuggin hard wit my baby

[verse 2]
n-ggas think they see me but they can’t like a mirage
rose gold on my wrist i call dat sh-t a corsage
ain’t worried bout no n-gga cause i keep that thang c-cked
im da one wit dats da heat jus call me chris bosh
runnin up a check 100 meter sprint doe
she rollin dat body like a f-ckin lint roll
i’m sippin dat lean like i’m f-ckin sick doe
mad cause my checks lookin like a zip code
i know she trappin hard met her at da bando
hit my n-gga beezy if you need a gram doe
come and watch my dough go up like a lambo
don’t let these n-ggas try me like a f-ckin sample
bussin off a pill i can’t feel my face doe
and im so turnt up got a blunt to face doe
all my n-ggas shootas got em on a payroll
dey a wet yu up like a f-ckin lake doe

[hook 1/2 combined]
and i’m in love with my paper
i be in the hood im showin love wit my paper(yeahhhh)
don’t give a f-ck bout a hater
flexin hard a get yo -ss smoked like a vapor
i’m crackin cards wit my baby
i be in the kitchen whippin hard wit my baby(yeahhhh)
i can rob wit my baby
i be on the corner thuggin hard wit my baby(yeahhhh)
wit my baby(yeahhhh)
wit my baby(yeahhhh)

- cell block cellus lyrics

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