letra de mouse gang - yung cc sonar
[hook – schl-ngmong]
i’m in the trap house with trap mouse, yeah
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, yeah
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, yeah
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, ayy, ayy
[verse 1 – alvin]
yeah we trapping with the mouse, (yuh yuh)
yeah we trapping with the mouse, (yuh yuh)
what the mouse put in they mouth? (uh)
what they put in they’re mouth?
i said
yeah we trapping with the mouse, (yuh yuh)
yeah we trapping with the mouse, (yuh yuh)
what the mouse put in they mouth? (uh)
what they put in they’re mouth? (what the f-ck)
[verse 2 – josp]
i want your d-cks in my mouth
i want your d-cks in my mouth
i want your d-cks in my mouth
i want your d-cks in my mouth
i want your d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
d-cks in my mouth
[hook – schl-ngmong and dave seville]
i’m in the trap house with trap mouse, yeah
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, yeah
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, yeah (alvin!!!!)
i’m in the trap with trap mouse, ayy, ayy
[verse 3 – 6ix9ine]
pop these n-ggas like a wheelie n-gga, you a silly n-gga
in the hood with them billy n-ggas, and them hoover n-ggas
you run up and they shooting n-ggas, we ain’t hooping n-gga
no kb, you a loser n-gga, up that uzi n-gga
on the stoop, crills in my draws, your girl on my phone
she wanna f-ck but keep her clothes on, i only want the jaw
man that’s really all i use her for, i kick her out the door
i don’t want her, you can keep the wh0re, she fiendin’ for some more
in new york my n-ggas don’t milly rock, my n-ggas money bop
blow a case a n-gga throwing shots, i run ’em off they block
quarter milli in the stash box, i grinded for my spot
n-ggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
i don’t f-ck with no old hoes, only new hoes
hold my d-ck in her backbone, i pass her to my bro
i don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
i’ma f-ck her then i dash home, to the cash hoe
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