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drose (nj) - trap house lyrics

[intro]
s_block, s_block, s_block, s_block

[chorus]
when i f_ck, i be pullin’ her tracks out
we got a couple of p’s in the trap house
we be spinnin’ they blocks to let off some shots
when we hit the corner, that ass out
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down

[verse 1]
my lil’ brody had told me to chill
he said, “you a rapper, you know you gon’ make it”
it’s just i ain’t for none, i really get active
i pull up and cook you like bacon
it’s a risk, i’ma take it, money i’m chasin’
all of these b_tches bе basic
it’s a risk, i’ma take it, money i’m chasin’
all of thesе b_tches be basic
she treeshy
i hit it and quit it
she callin’, won’t answer my line
no need for the talkin’ ’cause you just keep wastin’ my time (bang, bang, bang)
who that in that jeep? he only tough for the ‘gram, but that n_gga sweet (but that n_gga sweet)
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, if you think that you f_ckin’ with me, then i’m spinnin’ for weeks (then i’m spinnin’ for weeks)
i hold tire, but i wanna be out the roof (but i wanna be out the roof)
they outside early, so f_ck it, we slidin’ at two (so f_ck it, we slidin’ at two)
i’m hittin’ this treesh, then i just threw it to ju
ain’t no way that i’m sober, i’m bussin’ when i’m in the booth
but he wanna diss me, he soft, he ain’t tote no bl!cky
don’t trust her ’cause she tryna trick me
slide through the s, i’ma cl!ck ’til it’s empty
just threats, only sh_t that they sent me
’cause them n_ggas be tough with they thumbs
hit they block when they see me, they run
backshots got me pullin’ her bun
[chorus]
when i f_ck, i be pullin’ her tracks out
we got a couple of p’s in the trap house
we be spinnin’ they blocks to let off some shots
when we hit the corner, that ass out
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down
thirty shots in my back out, we spin the background
we see a opp he get clapped down

[verse 2]
watch that n_gga, ’cause he movin’ fishy
we on the phone, she poppin’ a titty
i turn her on when i play with her kitty
she tell me, “drose, stop playin’ and kiss me”
what the f_ck, i look like a simp?
don’t show her no love, i move like a pimp
we go out to eat, i’m orderin’ shrimp
you can’t be no shooter if it’s an attempt
b_tch_ass n_ggas ain’t gettin’ no money or nothin’
these n_ggas be runnin’ with guns
he run up, then i’m hittin’ your lungs
g_lock and it came with a drum
b_tch_ass n_ggas ain’t gettin’ no money or nothin’
these n_ggas be runnin’ with guns
he run up, then i’m hittin’ your lungs
g_lock and it came with a drum

- drose nj lyrics

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