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Trapped (feat. Briari T & ANB Cannon) Radio Edit
by Shan.X
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Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
Been movin on my doley but I'm back now
Can never make a ni**a wanna tap out
I been movin so slick y'all have to back down
Have to back down
Y'all might have to back down
Almost forgot who I was bounced back real quick
That new girl that you talkin to ain't drip like this
I can get you back easy like I flip that switch
But I'm focused on the prize and the bag that's it
Can smell the blood and the sweat and the hate
Can't no ni**a ever look me in my face
Talk shit and I will put you in a grave
This ain't no joke cuz I'm bout it that's straight
These bitches hatin on me and I'm tired of it
Tell me what's on your mind I'm not the type to snitch
I'll be right there for you no matter what it is
I got you just like how Lilo got Stitch
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
I been on my doley
I have been so lonely
When I think of you I just think about the old me
I don't have the time that's on my Rolex
No more wastin time b**ch you a phony
Can you not see the woman of my dreams
Has come alive
She is not deceased
I'll be alright don't worry about me
Don't fall on me before I call u felony
I be stacking up my bread and it's so much that I lost count
And these b**ches they be mad so they be running out they mouth
They be chatting, they be loud and they just don't know when to stop
All these ni**as that was hating tryna piece me at the top
Yea I'm popping out in my Rolls Royce foreign
Mad direction signs but I don't know where I'm goin
But nah I'm not gon stop cuz my lyrics is still flowing
And I hope you buy my tickets when you see that I am touring
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
Been movin on my doley but I'm back now
Can never make a ni**a wanna tap out
I been movin so slick y'all have to back down
Have to back down
Y'all might have to back down
Almost forgot who I was bounced back real quick
That new girl that you talkin to ain't drip like this
I can get you back easy like I flip that switch
But I'm focused on the prize and the bag that's it
Can smell the blood and the sweat and the hate
Can't no ni**a ever look me in my face
Talk shit and I will put you in a grave
This ain't no joke cuz I'm bout it that's straight
These bitches hatin on me and I'm tired of it
Tell me what's on your mind I'm not the type to snitch
I'll be right there for you no matter what it is
I got you just like how Lilo got Stitch
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
These B**ches be borin
I been on my doley
I have been so lonely
When I think of you I just think about the old me
I don't have the time that's on my Rolex
No more wastin time b**ch you a phony
Can you not see the woman of my dreams
Has come alive
She is not deceased
I'll be alright don't worry about me
Don't fall on me before I call u felony
I be stacking up my bread and it's so much that I lost count
And these b**ches they be mad so they be running out they mouth
They be chatting, they be loud and they just don't know when to stop
All these ni**as that was hating tryna piece me at the top
Yea I'm popping out in my Rolls Royce foreign
Mad direction signs but I don't know where I'm goin
But nah I'm not gon stop cuz my lyrics is still flowing
And I hope you buy my tickets when you see that I am touring
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
Trapped behind these doors who knows where I'm going
Driving in this whip with my rolls Royce foreign
Can't entertain no hoes cuz these b**ches be borin
