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trap house - drose (nj) lyrics

[intro]
s*block, s*block, s*block, s*block

[chorus]
when i f*ck, i be pullin’ her tracks out
we got a couple of p’s in the trap house
we be spinnin’ they blocks to let off some shots
when we hit the corner, that ass out
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down

[verse 1]
my lil’ brody had told me to chill
he said, “you a rapper, you know you gon’ make it”
it’s just i ain’t for none, i really get active
i pull up and cook you like bacon
it’s a risk, i’ma take it, money i’m chasin’
all of these b*tches bе basic
it’s a risk, i’ma take it, money i’m chasin’
all of thesе b*tches be basic
she treeshy
i hit it and quit it
she callin’, won’t answer my line
no need for the talkin’ ’cause you just keep wastin’ my time (bang, bang, bang)
who that in that jeep? he only tough for the ‘gram, but that n*gga sweet (but that n*gga sweet)
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me, if you think that you f*ckin’ with me, then i’m spinnin’ for weeks (then i’m spinnin’ for weeks)
i hold tire, but i wanna be out the roof (but i wanna be out the roof)
they outside early, so f*ck it, we slidin’ at two (so f*ck it, we slidin’ at two)
i’m hittin’ this treesh, then i just threw it to ju
ain’t no way that i’m sober, i’m bussin’ when i’m in the booth
but he wanna diss me, he soft, he ain’t tote no bl!cky
don’t trust her ’cause she tryna trick me
slide through the s, i’ma cl!ck ’til it’s empty
just threats, only sh*t that they sent me
’cause them n*ggas be tough with they thumbs
hit they block when they see me, they run
backshots got me pullin’ her bun
[chorus]
when i f*ck, i be pullin’ her tracks out
we got a couple of p’s in the trap house
we be spinnin’ they blocks to let off some shots
when we hit the corner, that ass out
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down

[verse 2]
watch that n*gga, ’cause he movin’ fishy
we on the phone, she poppin’ a titty
i turn her on when i play with her kitty
she tell me, “drose, stop playin’ and kiss me”
what the f*ck, i look like a simp?
don’t show her no love, i move like a pimp
we go out to eat, i’m orderin’ shrimp
you can’t be no shooter if it’s an attempt
b*tch*ass n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money or nothin’
these n*ggas be runnin’ with guns
he run up, then i’m hittin’ your lungs
g*lock and it came with a drum
b*tch*ass n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money or nothin’
these n*ggas be runnin’ with guns
he run up, then i’m hittin’ your lungs
g*lock and it came with a drum

- drose nj lyrics

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