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letra de trap house rules - mango foo

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[hook]
all my n-ggas jugging, we got bricks and bales
you say you want a pound, we put it on the scale
yeah, i would never tell
all my n-ggas touching keys, we send it in the mail
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules

[verse 1]
got have a strap if you trapping out the bando
all my n-ggas touching keys like it’s a piano
pull up, got choppers, we k!llers, you thinkin’ we rambo
you talking that sh-t, we flip your -ss like you a sandal
know that we trap out the traphouse
my plug he pull in and he back out
i’m beating the pack just like pacquio
i don’t want to talk unless money talk
i just got a b-tch and she foreign
she tryna get me go to maury
hundred bands and the migos tourin’
i pull up and get it extortion
me and rel money hit a jugg for a hundred bags, know where the gas
trappin’ out a maserati, young rich n-gga so we sell it fast
it’s a money race and my n-ggas on the grind
finish first, never last
the money is coming, just hold up
you n-ggas just got to relax

[hook]
all my n-ggas jugging, we got bricks and bales
you say you want a pound, we put it on the scale
yeah, i would never tell
all my n-ggas touching keys, we send it in the mail
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules

[verse 2]
i got the white, i’m whipping this sh-t just like pamela
i got the bricks, i got the soft in the challenger
and if a n-gga got a problem, eat him like it’s hannibal
i foreign my whip, i pull up in lambo or phantom, yeah
young rich n-gga, yeah we global
if he got a problem we bite him like cobra
my n-ggas make plays
we servin’ them j’s, so shout out to hova
my n-ggas we solid
we never fold just like poker
trap house it stay full of babies
we serving crack like the 80’s
pull up in a rari, it’s vacant
just me and my nina, my lady
hundred bands they stay in my pocket, no tom brady
if a n-gga got the sack, no t.i. but i’m taking

[hook]
all my n-ggas jugging, we got bricks and bales
you say you want a pound, we put it on the scale
yeah, i would never tell
all my n-ggas touching keys, we send it in the mail
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules
that’s the trap house rules

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