Lyrics:
Na parkiecie lubie space
Więcej luzu i no stres
W rytmie trap w rytmie dance
Tańczę tak jak w tik tok trendach
Tylko face to face
Więcej luzu i
Like the planet Mars
A saboteur and booby traps
Throughout the catalogue
Stab 'em in the stomach
Lift the blade and twist the handle off
Yeah, then leave
fuck wit' her
She in the trap bustin' bricks open
She love that cash though, I ice me out
She got her wrist frozen
Open my trunk, but my shawty
She like
side could pass for Naomi
I could pass for Kobe when it comes to the stacks
Too many classes homie when it comes to the raps
It's in my soul to trap
a subtle trap
Seeding guilt in her mind
But she ain't taking your crap
This time
Boy you're out on a line...
She's a queen among women, a child among
business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be
Everybody got time, everybody want smoke
You can tweet and you can type, but did you motherfuckers vote?
I dare you to vote
I dare you to leave the trap
I
did this shit so long it's gettin' borin'
Tapped into the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle
Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap music right now
special traps of wisdom
Devised to seize the fool
To entomb him with the mummy's gold
There are demons who shout "duel!"
But I'm too busy with my
[Psycho Les]
Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at
You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat
If you my dog then I got you
the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil'
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed
as your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedy?"
When after all
It was you
as your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedy?"
When after all
It was you
I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh-oh, baby
I'm a king, baby
You from the hood, but you a queen, baby
Ass fat, it can't even fit in them
I see Cal' gettin' wild
See this style too legit
And Mulatto, she a queen
Put a crown on that head, hey (Uh)
I don't want fans, I want stans
Tattoo my
my trap niggas
Every night on my knees (on my knees)
I be prayin' for you (prayin', prayin')
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle
Liberia, your interior
Inferior, filthy bacteria
Queens shit I rep that, so expect that
If I ain't got a yankee then
I probably got a met hat
Laundry mat
PNB
I just came to g-e-t-o-l-d cause c'est la vie
I can not let it go
Come back like seasonals
I own the business bro
I'm my own CEO
I tell my Queen she
commitments
I snapchat, she snapped back
I post the bag, she thirst trap
I snapchat, she snap back
I keep the bag, she thirst trap
It's a wrap where you
Dark room dark room
Dark room dark room
Dark room trap
Vibes on tap
Big boss no cap
Hot damn I like it when she move like that
Swag on fleek
I'm too
the world
"Get Rich or Get Recalled"
You already know who I am
"Hearselini" aka "MrLamborghini"! Yea?
We still out 'ere! Fuck the Queen!
Still banging
I need a Beyonce bitch, aa Queen Bee
From the beehive you know thats where I be
But it's the trap so you
Know I'm smokin' that reef
Smokin' celery
Hoe
to rap like y'all
But I just can't cap like y'all
No, I do not trap like y'all
But you know I'm strap, my dawg
You fillin' these kids' minds with poison
So
These Scales
Won’t Leave No Trace Yeah, Yeah
In A, In A In The Trap
I’m Tryin’ To Get Away Away
Got Another Call
I’m On My Way
On My Way
Amg, I’m
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