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letra de trap house - heel akki

[hook: heel akki]
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea
ay we live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
live up in that trap house
we live up in that trap house
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea

[verse 1: el los the no name]
way back in my younger days
we sat up let the blunt blaze
inhale for a minute
then we get up and get it
get up and go
round that clock we roll
ain’t no heros stacking zeros
bro, pick up your phone
we got orders for quarters
they launching mortars for corners
my morning full of some dramas
you still p-ssing pajamas
promise to get it honest but
first i’m sending bombers
causing traumas for commas
you beefing i’m dahmer
you sleeping i’m on you
did it with honor on the come up
got the funds up, now bottoms up
we give no f-cks
hate it
i’m celebrated and nameless
no desire to be famous
i’m aiming to make it
while keeping steel as stainless
buddha got me brainless
test me and i’m dangerous
all my fouls is flagrant
that bouquet my fragrance
money make you pagan
talk spicy as some cajun
if you brazen then i’m blazing
smoke i’m never wasting
[hook: heel akki]
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea
ay we live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
live up in that trap house
we live up in that trap house
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea

[verse 2: heel akki]
hate
such a strong word
everytime i drop a track
it get on me
i’m a d-mn curse
but i never quit, huh!
unlike you retired ass rappers who had to slurp the cool, huh!
so much road blocks but i passed through with my sirens on
i’m in my album meeting with the label holding a f-cking gun
on my boss’ head, told him let me do what i want ’cause i ride no trends
and i don’t wanna trend
i wanna get the cash but the fame can pass
i told my homeboys i’d make it happen
i told my fans in the beginnng i’ll keep on battling
all these notifications popping off
i’m not even close to the peak
but i’m peaking up
penthouse dreams as i look up from my sewer
still rep the underground scene
even if i led it ruthless
i stopped fighting the pain
even though my two mixtapes didn’t blow up
and it’s true that the game is a fad
two words, they’ll leave me in the trash
middle finger up they ass
i look the industry in the eye before i come for it’s neck
[hook: heel akki]
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea
ay we live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
live up in that trap house
early morning smell the weed as my alarm clock
live up in that trap house
we live up in that trap house
early morning bring the speed out the ball yea

- heel akki

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