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counter that - trap pap lyrics

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[intro trap pap]
(brett coxy)
yea, every time
yea yea

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that (skrr)
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea) 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie, remember we was swinging poles (what)
counted n*ggas out dumb n*ggas shouldn’t have counted that
n*gga drop a ticket how the f*ck is you going counter that
[verse 1: trap pap]
put that on momma leave that n*gga where he standing at
ain’t no f*cking up my money im a bunn i ain’t having that
jon gotti
kamikaze
hunnits in a maserati
we ain’t tryna hurt n0body (yea, yea)
don’t tell me that you love me cause it don’t mean sh*t (it don’t)
and if a n*gga owe me money he can hold these clips
so many n*ggas they done told loose lips sink ships (they do)
don’t be reaching for my plate wit empty dish
got me pushing p
remember we ain’t eat
sleep was for the weak
100 g’s we ain’t sleep for weeks
we was in the street now we industry
you a mini me, n*ggas envy me (trap)
same 24 how the f*ck you n*ggas mad at me

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami (miami)
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy (yea)
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea), 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie (yea)
remember we was swinging poles (yea)
counted n*ggas out dumb n*ggas shouldn’t have counted that (at all)
n*gga drop a ticket how the f*ck is you going counter that
[verse 2: split life haiti]
they giving bullsh*t advice (yup)
man you n*ggas could’ve kept it
and brodie got the stick everything copacetic
use a b*tch for her crib i just call it getting leverage
and use her face too and she going suck me like a beverage
man you n*ggas paper thin
show you how to stack a ten (yea)
all a n*gga know is win
trap on thank you come again
live a life full of sin
they catch you take it on the chin
these my brothers not my friends you know we thuggin to the end
b*tch you know we slump sh*t everything get regulated
do that sh*t your self cause these b*tch n*ggas be hesitating
in a different league now you know that we be heavy weighting
and you can do this sh*t too you just got to be h*lla patient

[chorus: trap pap]
i flew to la on a pj now i’m chilling in miami (miami)
i just want the money i ain’t worried bout a grammy (yea)
big body benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
baby on the pole in slow motion tryna throw it back
1 for the money (yea), 2 for the hoes (yea)
3 for the rollie (yea), remember we was swinging poles
counted n*ggas out dumb n*ggas shouldn’t have counted that (at all)
n*gga drop a ticket how the f*ck is you going counter that

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