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lolife blacc - traphouse lyrics

[chorus]
scale on the counter, pyrex on the stove (stove)
in my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (ayy, tana, fyethatsh+tup, man)
b+tch, i work the mail, and i work the road
served my first hundred pack, b+tch, on godby rd

[verse 1]
my ma say, “go legit, you ain’t tired of sellin’ sh+t?”
f+ck i’m ‘posed to do, write another n+gga story like i’m 50 cent?
love to smoke weed, got too many vice to catch a fight to cali’
kick a box before i touch some dice
quarter, back+to+back, i’m john edwards, catchin’ michael irvin
scored a hundred pack on wilt chamberlain, dunkin’ jane worsen
box just came, my money estimated, sellout tuesday to thursday
mc hammer, too legit to quit, so, b+tch, i’m still servin’
sponsored by the power, return an ounce into a four+eight
trap beat on pad, they slow as f+ck when it’s rent day
took a four up out a nine, sold that b+tch for sixty five
i can’t work a nine+to+five, sell a nine for twelve+five

[chorus]
scale on the counter, pyrex on the stove (stove)
in my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
b+tch, i work the mail, and i work the road
served my first hundred pack, b+tch, on godby rd
[verse 2]
as a jit, sellin’ hard, thought it would be easy
bust it open, bring it back, b+tch, i ain’t jeezy
road high, usin’ waze, use another route
r.i.p. to flippa, sixteen zips, got it off the paper route
now notorious, meet my floors, never seen a drought
they see all these boxes, think we movin’ in and movin’ out
reachin’ for my chain, give your ass some fame, now you get k!lled for clout
pull up, place your order, i’m servin’ quarters, just like in+n+out
they call me chef b.r.g., but hold that thought
it’s a cold+ass moment, where i hold for thought
it’s a hurricane, risk game, tornado turn, dog
watch piggly wiggly, chain, kermit the frog, dog

[chorus]
scale on the counter, pyrex on the stove (stove)
in my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (ayy, ta—)
b+tch, i work the mail, and i work the road
served my first hundred pack, b+tch, on gabby road
scale on the counter, pyrex on the stove (stove)
in my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
b+tch, i work the mail, and i work the road
served my first hundred pack, b+tch, on godby rd

[outro]
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh+tup, man)

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