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letra de traphouse - big moochie grape

[intro]
(ayoza, you wrong for this sh-t)
(ayoza, you wrong for this sh-t)
d-mn, i got all this motherf-ckin’ dope in here, man
godd-mn, i need to go to the trap
it’s early as f-ck
phone ringin’ and sh-t, i’m still tired from last night (d-mn, i need to get up)

[verse 1]
nine in the mornin’, hit the trap, it’s time to double up
junkies see my face, they come through smilin’, now they runnin’ up (yeah, yeah)
talkin’ ’bout, “moochie, give us a bump, we know you got the stuff” (yeah)
ain’t even walked in the house, good godd-mn, y’all been worse than a f-ck (uh-huh, get down)
walk in wells fargo, i smell like a ‘bow of weed
money up front, ain’t no fronts, ain’t no owin’ me (ain’t no fronts)
i’ma shoot first, ain’t no n-gga lil bro-ing me
bring your b-tch here, burn thesе blunts while i quarantine (bring your b-tch herе)
pull up with the next n-gga’s wife in the new machine (pull up with your b-tch)
doa, murder, pull up and i k!ll the scene (doa)
soon as i wake up, young n-gga doin’ things
it’s only one place in the world that i really wanna be (at the)

[chorus]
traphouse, traphouse (yeah)
traphouse (yeah), traphouse (yeah)
traphouse (yeah), traphouse (yeah)
trap, we got your b-tch at the (big moochie)
traphouse, traphouse (yeah)
traphouse (ha), traphouse (yeah)
traphouse (yeah), traphouse (yeah)
trap, we got big loads at the
traphouse (yeah), traphouse (uh-huh)
traphouse (uh-huh), traphouse (uh-huh)
traphouse (uh-huh), traphouse (uh-huh)
trap, we make big racks out the (yes sir)
traphouse (trap), traphouse (trap)
traphouse (trap), traphouse (trap)
traphouse (trap), traphouse (trap)
trap, i made so much money off the trap
[verse 2]
get this sh-t in and we get this sh-t out
junkies smoke dope while a n-gga shoot cr-ps
j on the door so the gang won’t get flack (watch the door)
hate bein’ broke, so i took me this route
burnin’ on cookies, not talkin’ girl scouts (burnin’ the cookie)
i just put my mama up in a new house (mama)
young n-gga makin’ big bands off of rap (yeah)
but i still go back to the traphouse (yeah, yeah)
pull up on the block, let my youngin shoot your back out
i’m a star player, p-ssy n-gga, you a mascot
illuminati business, but i’m still on the paper route
young n-gga higher than a motherf-ckin’ astronaut (young n-gga high)
good with the chopper like a motherf-ckin’ juggernaut (good with the chop)
talkin’ ’bout i got funds, it ain’t nothin’ else to talk about (uh-huh)
used to sell dope at my mama’s house (mama’s house)
then i turned up, started slangin’ out the traphouse, yeah (yes sir)

- big moochie grape

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