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trap house (acapella) - gucci mane lyrics

[intro]
in the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house
gucci mane check it

[verse 1]
i’m tired of selling bricks i wanna go legit
i wonder can i sell 11 mill like 50 cent
cause platinum ain’t enough i got too many vices
i love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
say my lifestyle extravagant
i talk cash sh*t, b*tches say i’m arrogant
well godd*mn gucci c*cky then
but at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
“gucci ain’t sh*t.”, b*tch, i beg your pardon
i’m independent but i’m balling like a major artist
i stay high like giraffe p*ssy
in my trap house smokin’ bubba kushie
[chorus]
choppa on the floor pistol on the couch
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies going in junkies going out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house
money kinda short but we can work it out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house
bricks going in, bricks going out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house

[verse 2]
jumped out the whip everybody looking
big clouds of smoke but ain’t n0body cooking
(female talking) “girl, there go gucci mane
i want his autograph cause i’m his biggest fan”
yellow humm*v with the yellow feet
yellow diamonds the same color cheddar cheese
and i’m smoking on that purple sh*t
they call me temp service cause i’ll work a b*tch
money long like shaq feet
running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
i heard he got that soft white
extended clips make them busters get they mind right

[chorus]
choppa on the floor pistol on the couch
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies going in junkies going out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house
money kinda short but we can work it out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house
bricks going in, bricks going out
made a hundred thou, in my trap house
[verse 3]
in my trap house watchin sportscenter
in the kitchen cooking but i ain’t cooking dinner
splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for ’em the same number as qunice carter
say i’m working with wit a mill or better
married to the game me and money live together
street smart n*ggah never listen to the teacher
you can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
prices low like walmart
bricks on aisle 9 get ya shopping cart
knee deep in the dope game
i’m not a farmer but i’m known to push them collard greens

- gucci mane lyrics

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