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the joint committee – trap out (feat. squay & dr. yams) lyrics

[chorus: squay]
im trapped out, i’m trapped out
got my trap b-tch layin’ around the trap house
in my trap whip, i’m on that trap sh-t
got my trap phone, b-tch i’m trapped out
i’m trapped out, yeah hoe i’m trapped out
got my trap b-tch cookin’ at the trap house
on that trap sh-t, bump it in my trap whip
on my trap phone, trappin’ then i p-ss out

[verse 1: squay]
that p-ssy wider than a panorama, i don’t want it
i smell how them bricks mid, i don’t want ’em
i know what yo b-tch did, pimpin’ what she told you
i swear i can’t see yall when i’m on that soda
i hit the streets and went straight to the manager
i will not wait, no, i might use the hammer, not my manners
shoot you and the witness, no bandana
i don’t care nothin’ about none of that
i don’t care, nothin’ but runnin’ stacks
you payin’ for it, i’ll run it back
runnin’ packs, i-20, i-75
order 4 and i’m sendin’ 5 ’cause i’m fortified and i’m fortified
i said i’m on the road and i’m runnin’ packs, i-5 to i-95
order 10 and i plus 5, that’s a lot of pies, i’m in a f-ckin’ trap

[chorus]

[verse 2: dr. yams]
another dead junkie in the streets
that’s money in my pocket, i get to eat
sponge up your homeboy with my heat
throw the cadaver in wet concrete
slang that fye loud product, make that trap -ss twerk
and run up on my boy richie rich and get hollow-point murked
bowie knives strapped at night, city streets that i lurk
junkie’s lining up at the door to light up my hard work
mixing up that mescaline mycelium
sitting at the top, my pockets filled with helium
futuristic hk, b-tch i’m an alien
gorgin’ gory [?] have you leakin’ out the back of your cranium
blast your -ss, check your wallet for any 50’s
order another obituary somewhere in the city
pull up to the booty club for them flashing t-tties
dr. yams, another f-cker coming up in the joint committee
flexing on this money, need a ride to the atm
feed you to my pitbull, na she won’t waste a limb
[?] on the streets that i dictate
trap house falling apart from the heavy weight

[chorus]

- the joint committee lyrics

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