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letra de welcome to the trap - cootie

[intro]
(this sh-t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus]
real n-ggas stand tall on ’em (yeah)
f-ck a hater, we’ll ball on ’em (ball)
gold diggers, i’ma dog on ’em (dog)
slingshot, takin’ off on ’em (talk to ’em)
n-ggas cap like a snapback (cap)
in the hood with a big strap (godd-mn)
hundred grand in a backpack (what’s that?)
cootie here to bring the trap back (who?)

[verse 1]
trappin’ ain’t dead, these n-ggas just scared (scared)
that’s why a n-gga fresh as h-ll just in case i’m bein’ watched by the feds (they watchin’)
every day i hop out the bed, hear the dope boys in my head (what you hearin’?)
and you know i got that cutter with me just in case i have to chop a head (d-mn), yeah
know a n-gga make the plays like i’m in the nfl (the pros)
super bowl, i’m the trap mvp, n-gga, gotta thank my clientele (thanks)
goin’ long, it’s a hail mary, n-gga caught the b-tch, time to celebrate, touchdown
trophy on a n-gga wrist, had to get the audemars, bust down (ice)
every day a n-gga hustlin’, i ain’t rick ross (nah)
p-ssy n-gga hatin’ on me, f-ck him, bite my bottom lip, then flip him off
they gon’ think i work a nine-to-five in this b-tch the way a n-gga gettin’ off
on the stove with it whippin’, n-gga lookin’ like he tryna have a cook-off (whip it, whip it)
[chorus]
real n-ggas stand tall on ’em (yeah)
f-ck a hater, we’ll ball on ’em (ball)
gold diggers, i’ma dog on ’em (dog)
slingshot, takin’ off on ’em (talk to ’em)
n-ggas cap like a snapback (cap)
in the hood with a big strap (godd-mn)
hundred grand in a backpack (what’s that?)
cootie here to bring the trap back (who?)
real n-ggas stand tall on ’em (yeah)
f-ck a hater, we’ll ball on ’em (ball)
gold diggers, i’ma dog on ’em (dog)
slingshot, takin’ off on ’em (talk to ’em)
n-ggas cap like a snapback (cap)
in the hood with a big strap (godd-mn)
hundred grand in a backpack (what’s that?)
cootie here to bring the trap back (who?)

[verse 2]
hundred thousand dollar house, i done turned the motherf-cker to a bando
hundred round drum on a stick, got the b-tch lookin’ like a banjo
me and fizzle tryna see if we can sneak a hundred bricks in a tahoe
and later on, i’ma see if we can sneak a hundred sticks in a rap show
when your plug don’t speak-a english
yeah, b-tch, that’s how you know it’s real
cocaína, metanfetamina
sí, amigo, come on, make the deal
hope a n-gga never play with us, turn his hood to a battlefield
spin his block like a ferris wheel
we ain’t stoppin’ ’til somebody k!lled
[chorus]
real n-ggas stand tall on ’em (yeah)
f-ck a hater, we’ll ball on ’em (ball)
gold diggers, i’ma dog on ’em (dog)
slingshot, takin’ off on ’em (talk to ’em)
n-ggas cap like a snapback (cap)
in the hood with a big strap (godd-mn)
hundred grand in a backpack (what’s that?)
cootie here to bring the trap back (who?)

- cootie

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