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letra de real addresses - tory lanez

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[chorus]
whippin’ all this dope up in the trap house
we f-ck all you b-tches at a trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
and i’m in that b-tch like jerry stackhouse
i might fall in love with my trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

[verse 1]
wait, sh-t
fargo, whippin’ all this dope look like i’m sellin’ phony
all that n-gga want that rollie with the bezel on it
i see n-ggas change from friends into them tellin’ on me
i see n-ggas go from friends to gettin’ jealous on me
i see n-ggas call their shooters and their felons on me
i see n-ggas get religious when their h-ll was comin’
i had to trust the plug sometimes i had no scale up on me
whip a couple litres now
trap house got too hot and now i’m trappin’ out my fiend’s house
had to break the lease though
and i pay my little n-gga just to watch out for police now
’cause it look like a four in my kitchen
it look like i’m cookin’ with them zoes in my kitchen
i’m water whippin’, whippin’ four with my kitchen
my n-gga trey, he pack a four for you n-ggas, yeah

[chorus]
whippin’ all this dope up in the trap house
we f-ck all you b-tches at a trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
and i’m in that b-tch like jerry stackhouse
i might fall in love with my trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

[verse 2]
uh, when my grandma kicked me out the house
i said, “f-ck it dawg, i’m ’bout to bounce”
i said, “f-ck it dawg, i gots to make it”
i said, “f-ck it”, started hustlin’ and got that ‘cedes
uh, my n-gga shadow, he come with that ladder
i know some scammers that come with that data
gotta ask ’em how we pull up in a lambo
shout go out to dream that bathing ape and camo
fashion b-tch, i’m in the latest
i put all my baddest b-tches in their favorite fragrance
i might f-ck a country b-tch that got that diner, diner
i might make a movie with ’em like i’m damon wayans, ya’ feel?
i might whip the four in my kitchen
it look like a n-gga sellin’ os in my kitchen
i’m whippin’, my wrist, it feel cold in this kitchen
and i’m flippin’ again, where it goes in this kitchen?

[chorus]
whippin’ all this dope up in the trap house
we f-ck all you b-tches at a trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
and i’m in that b-tch like jerry stackhouse
i might fall in love with my trap house
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
i can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

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