Big Scarr - Traphouse (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Big Scarr - Traphouse (en) Lyrics
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Get your ass out, watch
me beat it up, uh
She a freaky thot, watch her
eat it up (Go eat it up)
We blind, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin'
up, yeah (We creepin' up)
.50 ring, these niggas teamin' up, uh
Automatic hit him with
the feelings, uh
Big Glock on the stage,
fuckin' teenager
Hit away, trappin' like a mile,
he ain't gettin' up, nope
Run up on the plug on a re-up, uh
Do a bird face, I ain't ski
up, no (I ain't ski up)
Know he tryna die to his
feet, you can't keep up
Double on the gang, nigga,
we the Grim Reapers (G-G)
Catch the opposition, had me
runnin' like a cheetah
Rich-ass nigga chargin'
pounds for a feature
I was in the field (Woah, woah), you
was sittin' in the bleachers
Blue cheese, bankroll (Woah,
woah), pockets Velveeta
Uh (Uh), and I had to tame
it for the EDD (Tame it)
Trap on my heart, twenty-
one, jump street
Still in the trap with
the P's on repeat
B-B-Balenc' track, runnin',
that's a pound of OG (OG)
Just put the loose red
in the sweet tea
Use the Percocet 10's and drank for me
Move to slow, can't stand on my feet
Like, woah (Woah), woah (Like woah), woah
(Woah, let's go), woah (Let's go), woah
(Woah), woah (Haha), let's go (Woah)
Blue cheese, bankroll (Woah, woah),
pockets Velveeta (Uh)
Uh, summer '18 (Woah), yeah,
let me take it back (Woah)
We was slidin' double on the
opps, had to 'scape (Yeah)
Servin' out the boat in a
school backpack (Woah)
Take a nigga pole, yeah, he'll
never get it back (Woah)
Take a nigga soul, put his
body in a bag (Pshh)
Ridin' 'round, stole up with
a new paper tag (Vroom)
Do the whole dash, high-speed from
the tags (Force me, yeah)
If rap don't work, I'm bet
usin' my twists (Twists)
Good door, ceilings up, I ain't
had the voice (Nope)
Just gotta chain through
another invoice (Shh)
It's a Hellcat, but I drive
it like a toy (Woah)
Percs hittin' hard, you could hear
it through my voice (Blrrd)
Breakin' P's down in the
hotel resort (Yeah)
Relo', trap 'cause this rap
shit borin' (Ugh, racks)
Cheese
Racks
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