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fredo santana - trap boy / traphouse lyrics

trap boy

growing up i was just another black boy,
so i grabbed some work and hit the trap, boy.
i’m a rapper, but don’t confuse me with these rap boys.
i’ll be in the trap, making shooters in them trap boys.
i’m a trap boy, i’m a corner gang banging with them trap boys,
i’m a trap boy, got the macs and them tanks, that make h-ll a noise.
got the macs and them tanks, that make h-ll a noise.

got some …, and they bad, and they …
of that lean, of that drinks all the h-ll be going.
got some work, in my trunk, and is h-ll as strong,
got some n-gg-r in the … they move h-ll …
i play no b-tch, i got guns, i got h-ll of hoes,
try me? you will die, end up with h-ll of holes.
i’ve got shooters on a roof with some telescopes,
got your b-tch in the back, you in a team, b-tch.
got you with the whole squad hit two hundred to ten, b-tch.
got your b-tch in the back, you in a team, b-tch.
she let the whole squad hit two hundred to ten, b-tch.

i was just another black boy,
so i grabbed some work and hit the trap, boy.
i’m a rapper, but don’t confuse me with these rap boys.
i’ll be in the trap, making shooters in them trap boys.
i’m a trap boy, i’m a corner gang banging with them trap boys,
i’m a trap boy, got the macs and them tanks, that make h-ll a noise.

traphouse

f-ck a 95, i be in a traphouse,
pockets full of fat, don’t make me bring ’em … out.
dirties with their tanks out, n-gg-r, you get stressed out.
i don’t need no job, i be in the traphouse.
i be in the traphouse.
f-ck a 95, i be in a traphouse,
i be in a traphouse, i don’t need no job, i be in the traphouse.

my neighbors hate me, well i don’t give a d-mn.
’cause i be in the trap, selling hard, moving grams.
i got that f-cking work and i’m texting uncle sam.
your b-tch in love with me ’cause i’m a hood n-gg-r,
robbing me, sh-t, i wish you would, n-gg-r!
counting all this money, you wish you could, n-gg-r!
a wish tree, n-gg-r, get that understood, n-gg-r!
i’m sorrow pacing no places, there’s … money can take you.
a snitch, n-gg-r, i hate it.
real n-gg-rs can’t fake it.
your b-tch say me i take it,
i’ll tip the things like a waitress.
those f-cking n-gg-rs, they hate us.
you keep the b-tch, …
i switch homes like i switch gold.
i put up all my 24’s.
my …
my shoe, i feel with those.
i ain’t chasing after no hoes.
that shooter train up flow.
they kill a n-gg-r for that dough.
cover bricks on the road.
you scared, n-gg-r? go to church!

f-ck a 95, i be in a traphouse,
pockets full of fat, don’t make me bring ’em … out.
dirties with their tanks out, n-gg-r, you get stressed out.
i don’t need no job, i be in the traphouse.
i be in the traphouse.
i be in the traphouse.
i be in the traphouse.
f-ck a 95, i be in a traphouse.
i don’t need no job, i be in the traphouse.

- fredo santana lyrics

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