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letra de trap dance - trapland pat

[intro]
ayy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
ayy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
duh-duh-duh
yeah, ayy
()

[verse 1]
the sunshine’ll hit the blinds, i swear you know the time (duh-duh-duh, yeah, yeah)
the church bell ring and got to pray before you grind (yeah, grind)
i been takin’ care of my people, best believe they doin’ fine (yeah, uh)
how yo’ face so clean and the city full of crime? (duh-duh-duh)
can’t be thinkin’ with yo’ d-ck in a city full of sly hoes
throwaway them nicks, upgraded to them dime hoes
ain’t really used to nothin’, she like, “where the f-ck you find those?” (where? where?)
she runnin’ out of time, she ain’t even know i time hoes
[chorus]
where you hear my sh-t in the club, do yo’ trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cutthroat throwin’ ones, i ain’t tryna get no lap dance (no lap)
drop my own [?], tell the label keep they [?]
think i seen them lurkin’, he ain’t know i took a quick glance (duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh)

[verse 2]
once you get the word, just don’t tell ’em what you heard from me (duh-duh-duh)
askin’ for a hat and how he got that quarter bird from me
crackers on or ass, high-speed, you got to swerve for me (skrrt, skrrt)
trap it back, know you better jump up on that curb for me (duh-duh-duh)

[refrain]
two mamacitas ’round here, and they columbian
i got my hitters lurkin’ just to see what type of club you in (duh-duh-duh)
throwin’ with the zoes, and i bet i get my brothers in (duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)
they ain’t never loafin’, we gon’ rock out, bring them cutters in (duh-duh-duh)
i’ma beat the trap up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
what the point of fightin’ if we left the house strapped up? (duh-duh-duh)
yeah, i got that laptop on me, b-tch, i’m mac’d up
fam’ was just down, hit the slammer, got them racks up (ayy)

[chorus]
where you hear my sh-t in the club, do yo’ trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cutthroat throwin’ ones, i ain’t tryna get no lap dance (no lap)
drop my own [?], tell the label keep they [?]
think i seen them lurkin’, he ain’t know i took a quick glance
where you hear my sh-t in the club, do yo’ trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
where you hear my sh-t in the club, do yo’ trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
where you hear my sh-t in the club, do yo’ trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
trap dance, trap-trap dance (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[refrain]
two mamacitas ’round here, and they columbian
i got my hitters lurkin’ just to see what type of club you in (duh-duh-duh)
throwin’ with the zoes, and i bet i get my brothers in (duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)
they ain’t never loafin’, we gon’ rock out, bring them cutters in (duh-duh-duh)
i’ma beat the trap up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
what the point of fightin’ if we left the house strapped up? (duh-duh-duh)
yeah, i got that laptop on me, b-tch, i’m mac’d up
fam’ was just down, hit the slammer, got them racks up (ayy)

- trapland pat

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