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letra de trap house - lil tra$h

[intro]
ey
lil tra$h

[chorus]
ey
pull up with a stick and hit the l!ck then hit the plug and bounce
b-tches everywhere their panties trashin’ up the trap house
packin up the rack and stashin’ hundeds in the hide away
blowin’ smoke and double cuppin’ bout to fade the night away
gucci flip
she do a split
she twerkin on the sofa
p-ss the blunt
we chief the keef
like b-tches love sosa
got some diamonds
yeah they shinin’
like a supa nova
feel like jb ridin’ in the mother f-ckin rova

[verse 1: lil tra$h]
white body, black rims
got some thotties on the benz
pump the shottie feel i gotey
got da money with some tens?
any time you see me
know i’m wearin’ ’bout a hundred k
ask me ’bout my net worth, topic for another day
lil tra$h got pockets full of big bucks
lil tra$h got baddies with some big b-tts
lil tra$h f-ck your b-tch in a g-cl-ss
on my level that’s something you’ll never be at
rollin through the city
yo b-tch she lookin’ pretty
nah i ain’t jealous cause she right here with me
i think about the gucci store
now she on the stripper pole
now she wanna l!ck me
roll a sticky on the centerfold

[verse 2: lil pinecone]
pinecone run up on your block
i don’t give a f-ck
p-ssy boy what you talking ’bout
you a silly duck
i f-ck yo b-tch
and then i f-ck yo sister
talk that sh-t you gonn’ end up missin’
bang! bang! bang!
what my gun sound like
you say you getting money
but that don’t sound right
you a broke lil boy and yo crew broke too
hit you with a yappa b-tch what you gonna do

[chorus]
pull up with a stick and hit the l!ck then hit the plug and bounce
b-tches everywhere their panties trashin’ up the trap house
packin up the rack and stashin’ hundeds in the hide away
blowin’ smoke and double cuppin’ bout to fade the night away
gucci flip
she do a split
she twerkin on the sofa
p-ss the blunt
we chief the keef
like b-tches love sosa
got some diamonds
yeah they shinin’
like a supa nova
feel like jb ridin’ in the mother f-ckin rova

[chrous]
pull up with a stick and hit the l!ck then hit the plug and bounce
b-tches everywhere their panties trashin’ up the trap house
packin up the rack and stashin’ hundeds in the hide away
blowin’ smoke and double cuppin’ bout to fade the night away
gucci flip
she do a split
she twerkin on the sofa
p-ss the blunt
we chief the keef
like b-tches love sosa
got some diamonds
yeah they shinin’
like a supa nova
feel like jb ridin’ in the mother f-ckin rova

- lil trah

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