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letra de trap nap - ldorado jonez

chorus
my momma told me go to bed/
i took a trap nap/
i told her that we need this bread/
i took a trap nap/
my wifely said i need some sleep/
i took a trap nap/
i told her that we gotta eat/
i took a trap nap

verse 1 (ldorado jonez)
i opened up my eyes/it’s was 2:30
i rubbed her on her thighs/ she told me too early
before the sun rise i’m alive/ and activated
i drink my coffee extra black / and now i’m caffeinated
errbody dream about the life / they say they want
i tell’em wake up and go get it/ but i know they won’t
how can i snooze/ how can i doze
when my son’s already/ out growing his new clothes
my mind is an elaborate labyrinth/ decorated with tablets
that tell the tale on how/ i raised funds up like lazzurus
my momma told me late/ night hustling would be hazardous
i told her it’s more hazardous/ if we don’t have enough

-chorus-

verse 2 (ldorado jonez)
you wanna be neo/ or nino
you wanna save the world/ or get rich
either way you could die trying
i ain’t lying i feel like/ the new 50 cent
i sit alone in this room/ with these 4 corners
i need a solid hustle/ like them 4 corners
i ain’t interested in/ peddling infedamins
i come with llc/ like james todd from queens
my hustle on tilt/ but i ain’t off lean
might buy the whole squad buicks/ lacrosse team
build a whole beehive/ from a lil buzz
sleep is the cousin to death/ trap nap the lil cuz

-chorus-

verse 3 (sycosis)
old school game the same scoop this ice cream/
fly n-ggas ain’t born we come out the sky on ultra light beams/
play for the right team, pick and roll with a slight screen/
then pop out on the wing and cash out every night king/
i need this bread i ain’t gonna sleep so we compete/
i’m 10 toes down that’s both feet
inside the lines we play for keeps/
awake for weeks and yeah you rap but yo sh-t weak/
i’d rather listen to your beats
then hear you lie about the streets /
my bed the same sh-t i don’t even move the sheets/
i lay down, pop back up, and get to grinding then repeat/
my son ain’t even one, can’t even walk or talk yet/
but he understands this daddy dream and never lost that/

-chorus-

verse 4 (the homie chris)
425, alarm clock buzzin/
tired but motivated from/ my nana and my cousins
as a younger boy/ spoiled kids tried to dozen
remember all they words/ now i’m everything they wasn’t
more afraid of not trying/ than i am afraid of dying
what you sellin we ain’t buyin’/ we don’t like what you supplyin’
if you want it gotta grind/ it’s alright to wanna shine
went from couldn’t get a shoe/ to i don’t even stand in line
i’m too old to what/ naw b—- you lying
w.e.i.r.d.o. to the heart/ let the world identify him
can’t tell me what to do/ then i got fired
start my own s—/ since i couldn’t get hired

- ldorado jonez

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