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trap pap - counter that lyrics

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[intro trap pap]
(brett coxy)
yea, every time
yea yea

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that (skrr)
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea) 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie, remember we was swinging poles (what)
counted n+ggas out dumb n+ggas shouldn’t have counted that
n+gga drop a ticket how the f+ck is you going counter that
[verse 1: trap pap]
put that on momma leave that n+gga where he standing at
ain’t no f+cking up my money im a bunn i ain’t having that
jon gotti
kamikaze
hunnits in a maserati
we ain’t tryna hurt n0body (yea, yea)
don’t tell me that you love me cause it don’t mean sh+t (it don’t)
and if a n+gga owe me money he can hold these clips
so many n+ggas they done told loose lips sink ships (they do)
don’t be reaching for my plate wit empty dish
got me pushing p
remember we ain’t eat
sleep was for the weak
100 g’s we ain’t sleep for weeks
we was in the street now we industry
you a mini me, n+ggas envy me (trap)
same 24 how the f+ck you n+ggas mad at me

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami (miami)
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy (yea)
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea), 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie (yea)
remember we was swinging poles (yea)
counted n+ggas out dumb n+ggas shouldn’t have counted that (at all)
n+gga drop a ticket how the f+ck is you going counter that
[verse 2: split life haiti]
they giving bullsh+t advice (yup)
man you n+ggas could’ve kept it
and brodie got the stick everything copacetic
use a b+tch for her crib i just call it getting leverage
and use her face too and she going suck me like a beverage
man you n+ggas paper thin
show you how to stack a ten (yea)
all a n+gga know is win
trap on thank you come again
live a life full of sin
they catch you take it on the chin
these my brothers not my friends you know we thuggin to the end
b+tch you know we slump sh+t everything get regulated
do that sh+t your self cause these b+tch n+ggas be hesitating
in a different league now you know that we be heavy weighting
and you can do this sh+t too you just got to be h+lla patient

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami (miami)
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy (yea)
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea), 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie (yea), remember we was swinging poles
counted n+ggas out dumb n+ggas shouldn’t have counted that (at all)
n+gga drop a ticket how the f+ck is you going counter that



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