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letra de traphouse - country dons

[chorus: maroc]
i might turn this party to a trap house
nitties smoking white until they blackout
i know i was broke but i got racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out
tap out, tap out
i know i was broke but i got racks now
racks now, racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out

[verse 1: booter bee]
i’ma turn the block into a war
ever squeezed off the shotty, corn flying through the door?
i’m the truth and they know, next shots wanna roll
he got slapped in his dome, three stacks for this pole
four bags for the spins, we put packs into cling
sent a bag to his account and got him wrapped on the wing
they’re not safe in the jail, i got him shaved in his cell
twenty-five for a sweet, i’m not saving these bells
i just let it rain for all them timеs i been in pain
in and outta lanes, counting readies in my shadеs
any beef then i’ll aim, got the glizzy in the range
he knows exactly what i’m on so why’s he capping on my name?
if i don’t make it out from rap
plan b, you know we stay breaking down them packs
i ain’t trusting no b-tch to be saving racks
if i back it, i’ma shoot, i ain’t taking chat
[chorus: maroc]
i might turn this party to a trap house
nitties smoking white until they blackout
i know i was broke but i got racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out
tap out, tap out
i know i was broke but i got racks now
racks now, racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out

[verse 2: rokky, maroc & blaze]
we skrring foreigns through the ends like it’s the grand prix
had nuttin from a young’un, used to fall in love with bad b’s
now i’m making money, i need more spots to stash p
i’m paying peoples rent so they treat me like i’m family, standard
had to cut him loose, he’s like an anchor
i tell him “get this money, feed your family, that’s gangster”
i’m selling proper ganja, this ain’t no propaganda
cali buds had my white bruddas talking like they’re rasta
gully rid a six in the can while still mashing p
came out, dropped a hundred on a kettle and some louis v
my akhis in the trap but i know millionaires who get it clean
never had a silver spoon, i came up off a quarter b
countryside to huddersfield, sh-t you know my team’s strong
and shout booter bee, my akhi, that’s a real don
it’s not long, one call will get you squeezed on
ten packs land, give me two days, it’s all gone
guns out in country, got the glizzy on my hip
c-ck it back and shoot, i’ll put a bullet in your wig
quarter mill lines off burners, talk beef then we’re lurking
poked him once, now that p-ssy was squirting
come we turn that party to a trap house
p-ssy so good, baby girl it made me tap out
blacked out, we don’t back down
course they know my face in my cunch town
[chorus: maroc]
i might turn this party to a trap house
nitties smoking white until they blackout
i know i was broke but i got racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out
tap out, tap out
i know i was broke but i got racks now
racks now, racks now
put her in submissions, make her tap out

- country dons

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