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donnie danko - traps ain't gay lyrics

traps ain’t g-y!
traps ain’t g-y!
traps ain’t g-y!

how the f-ck you b-tches sayin’ traps are g-y?
talkin’ bout the traps, i do it every day
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, i be trappin’
pick me up a smoothie from the drive-thru on the way

you don’t wanna f-ck with this
this b-tch got a lil’ bit of d-ck
only g-y if we touch tips
only g-y for the p-ssy, boy, b-tch

why the f-ck you f-ckin’ b-tches think that this sh-t h-m-?
it’s a thot, with a c-ck, f-ck your kisses, say no h-m-
it’s okay, it’s okay, it ain’t g-y, it ain’t g-y
it’s a feminine p-n-s so it’s not at all g-y
if you think that sh-t is g-y then look away
cause them t-tties and that -ss, that sh-t ain’t g-y! (no f-ckin’ way, ayy!)

traps ain’t g-y!
traps ain’t g-y!
traps ain’t g-y!

i’m so f-ckin’ tired of people sayin’ traps are g-y, traps ain’t f-ckin’ g-y, they got t-ts, they got -ss, they got everything that makes a b-tch hot! so why the f-ck is that g-y? can someone please explain?
alright, f-ck it. (yuh yuh yuh)

i’m on that dumb sh-t
f-ck a b-tch, don’t even c-m, sh-t
jerk off while she suck my thumb, sh-t
???
think of it like a big cl-t, sh-t
just tryna get my d-ck sucked, sh-t
don’t talk to me while we f-ck, sh-t
???

okay, this is actually weird sh-t
maybe this is g-y sh-t
f-ck that, i can’t f-ck this b-tch she got a d-ck
what the f-ck was i thinking? this sh-t really f-ckin’ g-y
oh my god, am i g-y? f-ck that i’m out this place
f-ck my pants
f-ck my shoes
she’s like “what the f-ck you doin’?”
i’m like “b-tch, you a dude!”
this ain’t cool, f-ck the rules
she like “what the f-ck? i thought you was tryna f-ck.”
i’m like “b-tch, not like this! get the f-ck off my d-ck!”
then she all like “nah, now you gon’ get this d-ck”
i’m like “f-ck.”
if you touch me, f-ckin’ b-tch. i will leave you in my trunk
now she like “i’ll just tweet this.”
i’m like “b-tch, you better not.”
she like “i’mma tell the world you tryna get this c-ck.”
so i’m pullin’ out my ruger, tryna get this b-tch to chill, but she ain’t havin’ none, she grab the gun, she screamin “k!ll me!”
so i pull it back
blah blah!
holy f-ck, what the f-ck! oh my god, i just k!lled this b-tch, what the f-ck!

i just need a second, lemme think. holy f-ck!
where’s the sink? think i’m sick. f-ck f-ck, b-tch i need a drink
all my prints all on this b-tch
f-ck i’m gettin’ done
f-ck that, i’mma take my chance
i’mma do the run, ayy ayy!

traps are g-y, traps are really f-ckin’ g-y
traps are g-y, traps are really f-ckin’ g-y
traps are g-y, traps are really f-ckin’ g-y

- donnie danko lyrics

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