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yung romvn - trap life recipe lyrics

[intro]
yeah (yeah)
aye (aye) x2
[hook]
i don’t care about you hoes
you know y’all ain’t sh-t to me
i’m still rollin’ with my squad
countin paper smokin’ trees
mix the sprite with the codeine
add some woods and add some drinks
turning up and feeling free
that’s that trap life recipe

[verse 1]
f-ck that b-tch that said i wouldn’t be sh-t
i’m sorry for the n-gga that you be with
(she single)
i’m sorry for the house that you sleep in
mansion full of models f-ckin’ on my tempurpedic
this time i ain’t gon’ hold it back
she f-ckin’ with the kid
’cause i told her that i rap
and all these motherf-ckin’ snakes tryna stab me in my back
and they tryna start sh-t all because i’m spillin’ facts
call me the villain cause i be dressed in all black
i don’t care bout your feelings
no motherf-cks if you mad
imma keep doing me
keep on chasin’ all the cash
got an ounce full of weed
chillin right up on the dash
cop tried to get me
but the ‘rari too fast
i just live in the moment
and leave the past in my past
shawty giving me brain
and she ain’t even go to cl-ss
but i’m countin these zeros
so you can say im good at math

[hook]
i dont care about you hoes
you know y’all ain’t sh-t to me
i’m still rollin’ with my squad
countin’ paper smokin’ trees
mix the sprite with the codeine
add some woods and add some drinks
turning up and feeling free
that’s that trap life recipe

[verse 2]
yung roman a sh-tzo
workin’ this flow
smash ya hoe
like nentendo
none of that boof
all we smoke is extendos
my clip is extendo
don’t run out of ammo
(like uhh)
let it rain on ya
i can tell that you in pain
thats why yo veins poppin
mj with the motherf-ckin’ shot
you jusy stay floppin’
don’t care bout the motherf-ckin cost
i just stay trappin’
walk in to the party
ya they know that im a showstopper
lil player
f-ckin’ on ya girl but i won’t call her
she say that i keep on playin games
and i tell her she ain’t wrong
but the chain on my neck
got her takin off her thong
like d-mn
pop all the xans
flyin your b-tch out to france
spent a whole grand on my hand
all of this sh-t cause i can

[hook]
i don’t care about you hoes
you know y’all ain’t sh-t to me
i’m still rollin’ with my squad
countin’ paper smokin’ trees
mix the sprite with the codeine
add some woods and add some drinks
turning up and feeling free
that’s that trap life recipe

- yung romvn lyrics

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