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lil friday - trap me lyrics

[intro]
lil friday, n+gga
gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
hey, hey
aye, ayy
bih, bih, bih, bih
yeah, yeah
ay (yeah, yeah)
ay pipe up [?]

[hook]
i can’t let a hoe trap me never been a rat
run up and i’m pushin sh+t back
yea i was feeling depressed started gettin a lil fat uh uh
had to snap out of that
you now i’m fly as a pilot got these b+tches wildin
big boy rollie it’s glidin
i remember finessin n+ggas with the counterfeit rollie, time after time after time
aye i can’t let a hoe trap me never been a rat
run up and i’m pushin sh+t back
yea i was feeling depressed started gettin a lil fat uh uh
had to snap out of that
you now i’m fly as a pilot got these b+tches wildin
big boy rollie it’s glidin
i remember finessin n+ggas with the counterfeit rollie, time after time after time (aye)
[verse 1]
runnin up a check by my lonely
you need one i got it then n+gga pull up on me, aye
i ain’t got friends i got homies don’t matter which gen just know i got it on me, aye
preheat the 40, cook you like totoni’s
want beef? then go down to shoney’s, aye
can’t sit up and act like i’m cool with n+ggas
you n+ggas is not my homies, aye
n+ggas jabroneys i know that
been takin sh+t like g aye let me hold that, yea
run to the money like 4 flat
runnin through bottles of moët
b+tches tryna throw neck
flexin like i’m on a boflex
takin sh+t down and yea yo hoe next
i’m on they head like a muf+ckin barrette
i’m constantly goin in like where the front door at

i’m goin in baby you know i can’t stop
pretty b+tch just asked when i’m gon drop
pretty b+tch asked what’s in my car
a 40 cal and about 10 pack of gars
lil ratchet b+tch say she wanna roll my wood
i told the lil b+tch yea as you should
my bougie lil b+tch want me to take her shopping
f+ck it ain’t nun but a couple dollars
stop it, stop it (stop it)
you don’t look like a stock can’t invest my profit
bubble booty b+tch said i’m poppin
she say that i’m cold
i told her you should see my stocking
my whole gang they the realest the trillest i ain’t got to question my n+ggas, aye
we pull up do a show in a different city you better believe i got them choppas with me

[verse 2]
time after time after time
i took a nickel turned it to a dime
i took a dime and turned it to a dollar
flex on these b+tches time to pop my collar
i just might pop me a muf+ckin bottle
i just might turn up in the v.i.p
please don’t stumble up on me
i’m drunkin lil homie that’s how you get yo ass beat, aye
walk in this b+tch saucin like i’m the chef
baby can’t help myself, yea
she lil friday gon do yo dance let me see you gone two step
yea yea, aye aye
let me see you gon me two step
let me see you gon me two step

- lil friday lyrics

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