paroles de chanson / The Prince Of L.A. parole / Out The Trap lyrics  | ENin English

Paroles de Out The Trap

Interprète The Prince Of L.A.

Paroles de la chanson Out The Trap par The Prince Of L.A. lyrics officiel

Out The Trap est une chanson en Anglais

Came out the trap how I'm supposed to (yeah)
25 racks in the duffle
Pay my lil nigga 10 he'll touch you (yeah)
My bitch lied to me, said fuck it
My bitch lied to me she ain't honest
I'll fuck around send a bad bitch to college
Fruity loop diamonds they acknowledge
Came out the trap with the shooters
Now I'm lookin polished
cll this blue cheese on me say she love me
I can't fuck with that lil bitch
She fucked my homie
I done, ran up them racks now I'm sliding in coupe
Put the Prada on, then subtract the roof
Yeah, niggas know I get loose
I double back then I call up the troops
No telling what imma' do
Heart ice cold so I slide with the tool

Dior tees, she say she like when I sing
I'm leaving blood on the leaves
Hand me my flowers right now before I walk off the scene
These lil niggas ain't wanna believe
Back when I was broke and down on my knees
Back when I was broke and couldn't pay no fees (ha)
Lil nigga don't even speak
I go load the chop and make it rain
I'll go start the foreign make it sang'
cnd we could only beef if it's real money I give a fuck bout' no petty change
Start up a storm imma' make it rain
css in the air so she trynna go insane
Hop out the coupe I just blew the brain
Now im wit No Tax we pushing the Mulsanne
Love my brothers know I got em' through it all
Love my bitch too, got me if I fall
EDD niggas made it hard to ball
I bought it all at the full cost
I'm in Miami the top off
I'll sock a nigga, his socks off
Pop me a addy might pop off
You know I'm lit by the nightfall

Came out the trap how I'm supposed to (yeah)
25 racks in the duffle
Pay my lil nigga 10 he'll touch you (yeah)
My bitch lied to me, said fuck it
My bitch lied to me she ain't honest
I'll fuck around send a bad bitch to college
Fruity loop diamonds they acknowledge
Came out the trap with the shooters
Now I'm lookin polished
cll this blue cheese on me say she love me
I can't fuck with that lil bitch
She fucked my homie
I done, ran up them racks now I'm sliding in coupe
Put the Prada on, then subtract the roof
Yeah, niggas know I get loose
I double back then I call up the troops
No telling what imma' do
Heart ice cold so I slide with the tool
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.

Commentaires sur les paroles de Out The Trap

Nom/Pseudo
Commentaire
Copyright © 2004-2024 NET VADOR - Tous droits réservés. www.paroles-musique.com
Connexion membre

Se connecter ou créer un compte...

Mot de passe oublié ?
OU
CREER COMPTE
Sélectionnez dans l'ordre suivant :
1| symbole en haut de la maison
2| symbole à droite de la croix
3| symbole à gauche du pouce en l'air
grid grid grid
grid grid grid
grid grid grid