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letra de traphouse - baby plug

[intro]
i’ll bring it out
bring it out
2db ttk
i’m back
(on god, trippy, you hard as f-ck)

[chorus]
pop-pop, then wake up and bake up, b-tch, i be big high
clutchin’ on that glizzy, lookin’ both ways when i walk out (glizzy)
n-gga think he got the ups on me, must be stupid (stupid)
got this glock 20, nine, ten milli’, milli’ (glizzy)
pop a n-gga ass, make a n-gga milly walk
pop-pop, make him hopscotch ’til his body drop
pop a n-gga ass, make a n-gga milly walk (milly walk)
pop-pop, make him hopscotch ’til his body drop

[verse]
wake up, bake up, grab that glizzy off top (bake up, glizzy)
wanna pop, gotta drop the top
gotta stack it up ’til it rot (stack)
gotta have knots, wanna trap, gotta have a block (whole lot)
wanna trap, gotta have a trap spot, dumbass
hit the block, gamblin’, shootin’ cr-ps, had to skip class
me and rudy bagged the whole bag, makin’ dime bags
now a n-gga havin’ plenty bags, look how time pass (bags)
f-ck the plug, cleanin’ o’s, where the plug? right here (slatt)
where your girl? in my drawers
young n-gga been spendin’ tеns at the mall (tens)
f-ck your big homie and all thе lil’ dawgs (mall)
keep the stick like i’m blind, no ray charles
when i shoot, n-ggas fall, chris paul
these real diamonds, not middle of the mall (diamonds)
these diamonds get her p-ssy wet, waterfalls (wet)
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch his ho by her toe (come here)
f-ck the kisses, ho, give me head under the mistletoe
f-ck the feelings, ho, i love money, though
i just got a thing for them all-blue bankrolls (i got a thing for it)
got a thing for tris, n-gga, we don’t sip karo
try to run off with my sh-t, you might get your whole face blown (bow)
and i’m hittin’ at your back like ricky
and i’m goin’ up, so the whole hood know i did it (ricky)
i’m not santa claus, but i bring bags down the chimney
got that stick wrapped up (.223)
young n-gga got your b-tch wrapped up (your wifey)
i’m a big dawg, p-ssy n-gga, you a pup
[chorus]
pop-pop, then wake up and bake up, b-tch, i be big high (high)
clutchin’ on that glizzy, lookin’ both ways when i walk out (clutchin’ on that glizzy)
n-gga think he got the ups on me, must be stupid (what?)
got this glock 20, nine, ten milli’, milli’ (glizzy, glizzy)
pop a n-gga ass, make a n-gga milly walk
pop-pop, make him hopscotch ’til his body drop
pop a n-gga ass, make a n-gga milly walk (milly walk)
pop-pop, make him hopscotch ’til his body drop

[outro]
wake up, bake up, grab that glizzy off top (glizzy)
wanna pop, gotta drop the top (drop it)
gotta stack it up ’til it rot
gotta have knots, wanna trap, gotta have a block
wanna trap, gotta have a trap spot, dumbass
hit the block, gamblin’, shootin’ cr-ps, had to skip class
me and rudy bagged the whole bag, makin’ dime bags
now a n-gga havin’ plenty bags, look how time pass
f-ck the plug, cleanin’ o’s, where the plug? right here (slatt)
where your girl? in my drawers (no cap)

- baby plug

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