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letra de traphouse (remix) - i.l will

[intro: i.l will]
(sw-sw-sw-swamp crew beatz)
trap house eatin’ noodles and a cold-ass box of pizza
ayy, sam
everybody got a toolie and we passin’ ’round that reefer, yeah
ayy, baow
i.l, it’s the mack, b-tch

[chorus: i.l will]
in the trap house eatin’ noodles and a cold-ass box of pizza (true story)
everybody got a toolie and we passin’ ’round that reefer (baow-baow, baow-baow)
i’m your homie favorite rapper, so i’m taxin’ for a feature (trap)
see that flashlight through the window, got my ass on pins and needles
you ain’t never in the trap, boy, why you lyin’ for no reason?
i got diamonds on my body, yeah, you dyin’ if you reachin’ (bah-bah, bah-bah)
i’m so fast, but i’m so cold, man, b-tch, i practice what i’m preachin’ (it’s the mack, b-tch)
f-ck fame, get money, you either starvin’ or you eatin’ (i.l, i.l, sam)
[verse 1: i.l will & sasha go hard]
b-tch, i’m loadin’ up that nina and i’m eatin’ little caesars (baow, baow)
i’ma re-up with them twenties, give the ones to my nieces (let’s get it)
i’m your homie favorite rapper, b-tch, i’m trappin’, doin’ features (i am)
r.i.p. my broski vonno, hold ya down until i meet you (vonno gang, vonno gang)
you ain’t never in the trap, so why you lyin’ in your raps? (why you lyin’, boy?)
i sold so much f-ckin’ crack and i don’t work no f-ckin’ packs (jug, jug, jug)
we got weed and we got pills, we got them choppers in the back (baow-baow, baow-baow)
(look, look)
the trap like sasha, it go hard, and i be rollin’ off them flats (i’m rollin’)

[verse 2: sasha go hard & bo deal]
got a trapper and he get money from rap (let’s get it)
my biggest fanbase ain’t even on the us map (i’m overseas)
my n-gga gon’ do his thing, so i don’t even gotta snap
i got b-tches who’ll slap any b-tch that try to cap
if you ain’t on my team, b-tch, you better move around (let’s get it)
and i’ma say it twice, just ’cause you smile don’t mean you down
and i’ma end this verse with some words from a boss
if you not talkin’ money, then i take that as a loss (gohard, gohard)
(look)

[verse 3: bo deal & i.l will]
if you real and from the streets, you know i’m known for gettin’ paper
catch me bendin’ blocks in foreigns (skrrt), in the city, i’m the mayor
ice dancing on my polo, breitling shining, i’m a player (bling, bling, bling, bling, bling)
i be thottin’ n-ggas’ b-tches, i don’t love and i don’t pay ’em (nah)
i be whippin’ up that coco, in the kitchen, i go loco
on my waist, i got that .44, try to rob me, that’s a no-go (no)
k!lla klan, that [?] my logo (squad), for my b-tch, i buy manolo (right)
got my passport, ’bout to start a trap in acapulco (b-tch)
[chorus: i.l will & rico recklezz]
in the trap house eatin’ noodles and a cold-ass box of pizza (true story)
everybody got a toolie and we passin’ ’round that reefer (baow-baow, baow-baow)
i’m your homie favorite rapper, so i’m taxin’ for a feature (trap)
see that flashlight through the window, got my ass on pins and needles
you ain’t never in the trap, boy, why you lyin’ for no reason?
i got diamonds on my body, yeah, you dyin’ if you reachin’ (bah-bah, bah-bah)
i’m so fast, but i’m so cold, man, b-tch, i practice what i’m preachin’ (it’s the mack, b-tch)
f-ck fame, get money, you either starvin’ or you eatin’ (recklezz, recklezz, recklezz)

[verse 4: rico recklezz & fbg duck]
i go hard like sasha, n-gga (i go hard, b-tch)
posted up on stewart with them choppers, n-gga (brrah)
pull up actin’ crazy, i’ma pop a n-gga (boom, boom, boom, boom)
send you straight to the ground, f-ck the doctors, n-ggas
my n-ggas, they trappin’
way before rappin’, was robbin’ motherf-ckers, kidnappin’ (i need that)
you think it’s funny, you laughin’
catch your ass lackin’, now yo’ stupid-ass in a casket (boom, boom, boom, boom)
spent a couple bands on some fashion (money)
rico recklezz the man, if you want feature, i’m taxin’ (recklezz, recklezz)
if you got bricks, then i’m jackin’ (ayy)
in the trap house f-ckin’ your b-tch, know she’s on the mattress (recklezz, recklezz, recklezz-recklezz, b-tch)
(ayy, fbg, b-tch)

[verse 5: fbg duck & mikey dollaz]
it’s been a minute since i made some money off trap (word?)
ayy, for the last two years, b-tch, i been gettin’ all of my money off rap (true)
don’t try to f-ck with my pack
my shooters start shootin’ some sh-t that’ll have you like, “what the f-ck was that?” (brrt, bah)
sleep, i don’t f-ck with that (no)
i’m never tired of money, so i never took a nap
woo, woo, i’m n— (ayy) i’m not with that lip stuff (never)
n-gga, that’s b-tch stuff (p-ssy)
we in that u-haul, we comin’ for pickup (skrrt)
and we got tools on us like we comin’ to fix stuff (bah)
it’s been a minute since i hit the kitchen, but—
ooh, bruh raw with that mix-up (loud, loud)
he f-ckin’ his wrist up (money)
[verse 6: mikey dollaz]
in the trap house with some eaters, got ’em rollin’ h-lla reefer (dope)
i’m off flat or i’m off molly, i go crazy on the feature
i’m that n-gga when i’m with her, so she do it just like sneakers
i’m not worried ’bout a opp, couple shots, he’ll need a preacher
trappin’ and rappin’, that’s all that i know
i signed with pablo, he got work for the low (yeah)
that’s cool ’cause i bag it, it’s gone by the store
rest in peace manky and rest in peace dro (yeah)
i’m in the trap gettin’ the head from your ho
[?] serve ’em, they get it and go
i only sell c, i don’t know ’bout no flow
komak [?] ’til it go

- i l will

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