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young god té - trap bumpin' lyrics

[verse 1: young god té]
té be the realest, you know that you feel this
i cut off a b-tch, now she all in her feelins
man, its like dennis, this shit for beginners
setting world records, they put me in guinness
say i be goin’, i’m already knowin’
that benji’s be flowin’, police [?]
i’m young and black, and i’m in the trap
they think a nigga be cookin’ up crack
but really a nigga be cookin’ these tracks
they don’t, but believe me i’ll sell you a track
my homie, he flippin, he’ll sell you a pack
need a qb? well he’ll get you a sack
in the trap i got a nice bed that i lay on
i got a redbone with a grey thong
and she know every single té song
i chill with her, don’t stay long
fuck her faster when the trey songz
niggas talk shit when té gone
then d-ckride me ’cause té on
gettin’ back to the studio
i don’t fuck with no goopy hoes
in the trap, i’m like julio
and i swear my life is a movie bro

[hook]
got the trap b-mpin’
she popped a molly, lookin’ like a zombie
now the trap huntin’ (like wooh)
and i got the racks on me
ain’t selling drugs but the packs on me
he ran up so i whacked homie
got the trap b-mpin’
she popped a molly, lookin’ like a zombie
now the trap huntin’ (like wooh)
and i got the racks on me
ain’t selling drugs but the packs on me
he ran up so i whacked homie

[verse 2: young god té]
trap b-mpin’, he talkin crazy
now the mac pumpin’
hit that boy, we like four shots
now we got the boy back jumpin’
trap b-mpin’, niggas know where to find me
i’m with two hoes and they siamese
and they eyes low like they chinese
thats ching chong
they going back to back, just like ping pong
trap ain’t gotta doorbell, but i still give her that ding dong
i’m fuckin’ with you, they say they for you that don’t fuckin’ get you
i got me some weed and i got me some hoes
roll up my weed that’s relationship goals
my cousin can’t cook but he stay at the stove
whippin’ that shit that gon go up your nose
ain’t rich yet, but i got a rich b-tch
don’t know karate but she like to kick it
go through my phone before she let me hit it
listen to beats ’cause she like when i spin it
she wanna rap, so she told me to teach her
rollin’ some bars now she ask for a feature
shawty’s so fine, [?] mona lisa

- young god te lyrics

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