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quavo - trapper/rapper lyrics

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[verse 1]
she ate up the drip and she started to film it, it was all on her chin and her lip
walk in this b+tch with a ten piece, you would’ve thought i was a motherf+ckin’ pimp
elliot, i went the craziest, i lost some pieces, i can’t even remember
mcclaren, the spider the craziest, i drop the top in the middle of december
no, the engine is not in the front, in the back, i just carbon the fender
balenciaga, bottega and prada, just took her virginity
pop out, i told her to match my energy, gangsters in the vicinity
n+ggas be [?], the cuban infinity, rappers, they turning into mini+me’s
switch up the flow, i went triplet, trinity, n+ggas is gonna remember me (migo)
[?], still got a hundred round drum, lil’ n+gga, we call that a cinnamon
answer the door, get whatever you want, ’cause this sh+t gon’ be gone in ten minutes
wooh, young n+ggas gremlins, i got some racks in my vetements
she [?], can’t [?], that’s a [?], and gave me some top like a veteran (sloppy)
on the block with the ‘phetemine, bp the trucks like a president (bp)
free my dawg out the felonies, f+ck them n+ggas who telling it (f+ck ’em)
don’t give no f+ck, i’m out the struggle, get off my d+ck and let me hustle (yeah)
applying pressure with the muscle, you would thought i was a wrestler
crossed up like a pastor, geeked up, i’m going to nasa
talk about it, i’m a trapper, sensei, i’m the master

[chorus]
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
[verse 2]
i’m in the hood stuffing racks in my cargo pants, it look like a [?] (no cap)
young n+gga drinking on wock’ but it taste like ‘act when you pour it in the snapple (actavis)
we done [?] the honeycomb set with baggueties and [?] with enamel
who brought you the dab and who introduced you to hannah montana?
who brought back atlanta? (i’m tellin’ ya)
went global and all on your channels
first young n+gga with a challenger
whip the demon with stars in the panel
took the fifty, make sure it’s a animal
so fast, it’ll blow out a candle
nawfside boss rolling [?], not [?]
this water on me might drown ’em (splash)
[?] on blue cheese, let’s count ’em (cash)
big bag in the winter, going santa
school, old school, let’s mount ’em
free the guys out the feds and the county

[chorus]
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper
rapper, trapper, rapper, trapper

- quavo lyrics

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