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trapland pat - put that shit on lyrics

[intro]
call me mr. put that sh+t on
(heero)
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy
()

[chorus]
call me mr. put that sh+t on, plug crossed the border
hold up, let me get my trip on (yeah, yeah)
i’m really ’bout my checks, i grab the cheese and add some dip on
still, be on them corners that i caught my first l!ck on
we still be at the park where rambo caught his first body at (duh+duh+duh)
it’s trapland pat, i had to tell her not to call me that
you movin’ like a rat, how you gon’ tell ’em where you saw me at?
addicted to designer, b, just show me where the mall be
once she make me climax, she know to never call me (never)
[verse 1]
addicted to my image, guess that’s why they tryna draw me
she know that i don’t share, i’m really greedy, bae, you all me
ain’t nothin’ artificial, baby girl, it’s the raw meat
i told ’em i’ma add it when they puttin’ out all this trap sh+t
they let me in the park, i came back solid like some crack sh+t (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i knew it wasn’t raw, it could’ve been locked, that was some whack sh+t
that’s a situation that’ll get your whole block spinned (duh+duh+duh)
i went to see my people ’cause i knew they could make it happen
at first, it was trappin’, then, they told me i could make it rappin’
808s knockin’ in the back, i hear them b+tches smackin’ (yeah, yeah)
slidin’ with that, “duh+duh+duh”
know that we ain’t never lackin’ (duh+duh+duh)

[verse 2]
they won’t f+ck with jakes, so don’t you tell me where the law be
you tryna skip the line, you bust the crowd before you ball, b
you know this bag large, ain’t nothin’ ’bout it small b (yeah, yeah)
go get your ho sucked, ’cause that’s when it’s just gon’ fall b
cashin’ out on drip, that ain’t me, ain’t much release yet
streets been real cold ’cause i ain’t drop none of this heat yet
if it ain’t for the trap, then you can tell the plug to keep that
shotgun, hail mary, know that i’m a deep threat
i ain’t gon’ hit the stage if they ain’t callin’ for no steep checks
say he want a verse, but he ain’t cash out on no feat’ yet
back end, front end, gots to get them racks in
‘nough with all them stories, you get no action
[chorus]
call me mr. put that sh+t on, plug crossed the border
hold up, let me get my trip on (yeah, yeah)
i’m really ’bout my checks, i grab the cheese and add some dip on
still, be on them corners that i caught my first l!ck on
we still be at the park where rambo caught his first body at (duh+duh+duh)
it’s trapland pat, i had to tell her not to call me that
you movin’ like a rat, how you gon’ tell ’em where you saw me at?
addicted to designer, b, just show me where the mall be
once she make me climax, she know to never call me (never)

[outro]
she know to never call pat
probably at that d+mn trap
h+llcats, no scats
hahahahaha
duh+duh+duh
it’s a forty round, fully auto, ain’t no semi guns
ain’t no one for one
lately, i been havin’ fun

- trapland pat lyrics

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