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​u still not a trap nigga - babysantana lyrics

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[intro: cheromani+ & babysantana]
i’d fart on the beat if i wanted to, n*gga
uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh (ah, sh*t, give me that sh*t)

[verse: babysantana & cheromani+]
where is the baby?
how you a trap n*gga up in the navy?
you ain’t no trap n*gga, b*tch, you eat gravy
i just might take some candy from a baby
how you a trap n*gga screamin’ out, “save me”?
i’m makin’ this money, live luxury lately
b*tch, why you drinkin’? you not even eighteen
i got a milf, i think that she’s eighty (eww, i got a milf)
give me that sh*t, give me that sh*t, give me that sh*t, give me that sh*t (ahh)
this n*gga addicted to crack (cocaine)
lightskin ho tryna go eat some lo mein (the f*ck?)
hold up, i’m cussin’ to much
come eat it, that ho be f*ckin’ too much
need a new mag, i been dumpin’ too much
(f*f*ckin’ that ho, put my thumb in her b*tt)
hold on, i’m bustin’ too much
“calm down, you shoot up the function too much” (oh my god)
you can’t k!ll me when i got this gun in my clutch
i get bored so i just might go play with her b*tt
i told lil’ tana that they ain’t like this
you ain’t never seen a lil’ dance like this
one second, i’ll pull my pants like this
ain’t no trap n*gga hard, you a lil’ bitty b*tch
ain’t no trap n*gga, b*tch, you a lil’ bitty (wh0re)
walk up in saks and i buy up the store
light skin n*gga with locs (galore, n*gga)
pockets so fat (glofromda4)
she said can she give me brain, sure
some top in new york, in the ninety*third floor (true story)
i told her to twerk
shooter got dreads, just like a dyk* (oh my god)
[outro: cheromani+ & babysantana]
f*ck (n*gga), f*ck (n*gga)
f*ck (n*gga), f*ck (n*gga)
sh*t (n*gga), f*ck (n*gga)
sh*t (n*gga), f*ck (n*gga)
f*ck n*gga (gimme that sh*t), f*ck n*gga (gimme sh*t)
f*ck n*gga (gimme that sh*t), f*ck n*gga—

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