rkfrmmg – trap house lyrics
[chorus: rk]
always in the trap house
’til a n-gg- p-ss out
you know i’ma spazz out
my n-gg- what you chat ’bout
in and out the trap house
you know i’ma cash out
it ain’t really nothin’ to a n-gg-
i got bands now
always in the trap house
’til a n-gg- p-ss out
you know imma spazz out
my n-gg- what you chat ’bout
in and out the trap house
you know i’ma cash out
it ain’t really nothing to a n-gg-
i got bands now
[verse 1: rk]
nothing’s never perfect but you know i deserve it
i just called the plug up, told him hurry need that urgent
servin’ like a servant
money got me nervous
n-gg- close the curtain cause feds watching for certain
heard these n-gg-s lurkin’ so everyday we purgin’
i just say the word and my n-gg-s come and murk ’em
fresh like i’m detergent
b-tches ot workin’
just wanna see you twerkin’
just wanna see you workin'(workin’)
just turn like a two to a six
and copped a rollie on my wrist
young n-gg- takin’ risks
if i want i’ll f-ck your b-tch
n-gg- that’s just how it is
you can have her when i’m fin
you know a n-gg- always win
she gon leave and come again
always in the trap house yeah
smoking woods ’till we p-ss out yeah
sipping codeine outta gl-ss now yeah
but we still nipping packs down (packs down)
[chorus: rk]
always in the trap house
’til a n-gg- p-ss out
you know i’ma spazz out
my n-gg- what you chat ’bout
in and out the trap house
you know i’ma cash out
it ain’t really nothin’ to a n-gg-
i got bands now
always in the trap house
’til a n-gg- p-ss out
you know imma spazz out
my n-gg- what you chat ’bout
in and out the trap house
you know i’ma cash out
it ain’t really nothing to a n-gg-
i got bands now
[verse 2: k money]
i’m always in the trap house, the trap house
i’m livin’ what they rap ’bout
and what they chat ’bout
you know livin’ in a trap house wit’ no cash (wow)
i just want some neck, girl why’d you pull your pants down
’cause i ain’t f-ckin’ man, see me i’m cuffin’ cash
and i spend this money fast, ’cause i know i double that
yeah n-gg-
came from nothin’ now i’m the f-ckin’ man
dead opps what i’m tumpin’ man
dead opps i love it man
get the pack, whip it up
sell it for the lows
when i hit the trap what the f-ck n-gg- lock the door
’cause we got these straps in the cut n-gg-, windows closed
and i got these racks in my baliman’s, let’s h-t the store
with this pack i know you envy, i give and go
i heard you in the trap
you wit’ that heavyweight i’ma kick your door
i was in the trap you was a featherweight, you flippin’ drou
i go and flip an opp then i go and flip some more
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