Trap House-Lil Wayne

Trap House

歌手:Lil Wayne

时间:2015-01-01

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Ooh yeah little tunechi got it jumping like jordan

These p***y a*s n***as can't guard me

These rookie a*s n***as still crawling

These looking a*s n***as eye balling

These hooking a*s b***hes eye balling

But I got a bad b***h at home cooking dinner

Hi honey

I'm home

I'm starving

These crooked a*s cops still winning

Black man family still mourning

Black president ain't do nothing

We need a real n***a up in that office

Got the white house jumping like jordan

Got the crack house jumping like jordan

I want my new house bigger than jordan's

With a backyard bigger than a forest

Like"ooh" bedroom jumping like jordan

H*es at the door and they arguing

This d**k a super star

They want stardom

My life like bailey and barnum's

These b***hes ain't got no manners

These n***as ain't got no standards

My b***h ain't got no love handles

Boy I'm clippin' that toe on that camel

I got b***hes that'll kill for me charles manson

Suck this thuggish ruggish bone

Swallow that bone marrow

Ooh

Chopper sitting on my lap like the mall santa

N***a shoot you all in your gall bladder

Your pallbearers need pallbearers

I'm mixing w**d like gumbo

I knock your head off fumble

Homeboys be cutthroat

That s**t got me with a lump throat

But tunechi bigger than elvis presley

Young money was my best investment

Going harder than my predecessor

I don't break records

I sets the records

Lil tunechi coming back like kobe

N***as stab me in the back

I owe 'em

Got a house in the hills

Now a n***a gotta deal with mountain lions and coyotes

See me

I keep that semi

And friendly

I can't be friendly

Freckles

Them bullet holes look like freckles

You look like wendy's

House in the hills jumping like jordan

I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties

Got a b***h over there

And a b***h over there

A young n***a starting to feel cornered

My la house jumping like jordan

My miami house jumping like jordan

Can't forget about my house in new orleans

So sorry for the wait

I'm sorry

I want my new b***h titties enormous

With a backyard and a pretty garden

With a p***y more pink than an orchid

Young n***a gonna treat her like a florist

I got my side b***h feeling important

I got my main b***h feeling immortal

I got my ex b***h feeling insulted

'Cause wifey get money like kimora

I got a fine b***h feeling exhausted

'Cause I'ma put this d**k on her 'til tomorrow

I'ma pull up on a b***h in a gallardo

Then I'ma take the top off like a barber

I go down and kiss her pearl harbor

She's so down with this new world order

F**k the s**t out her in a sauna

Sweat her hair out

She look like al sharpton

Got a goon named fernando

At the front door of your condo

Knock knock

Who's there

He don't care

He's psycho

Bad b***h with a nice throat

She ice cold and she like h*es

Ooh

She just my type

These other h*es just typos

Young n***a coming back like jordan

So sorry for the wait

I'm sorry

Yeah

A n***a had to go back to the stash

But a n***a stash like james harden

Young n***a drank lean like water

Young n***a smoke w**d like marley

Young n***a on the moon like warren

Young n***a on this s**t like charmin

Ooh my b***h got a rack

Dolly parton

F**k her all night long to some marvin

Fall asleep in the p***y good lawdy

Woke up in a new bugatti

Good morning

Young n***a got guns

Good luck

Nina ross say"me so horny"

Lil tunechi at the top its so lonely

Got fat pockets

Never bony

I'm with a model b***h she so bony

I done shook s**t up

Its so foamy

I just cooked this up its still hot

You could still smell the kitchen on me

N***a I have your homies singing

D**n I miss my homie

I got a mountain of w**d

I got a mountain of cash

I got mountains like wyoming

I got a bad b***h and she foreign

She always mad with me

I'm sorry

She say d**n why you can't call me

'Cause they be taxing for that roaming

She a tan b***h

She orange

I can't stand a snitching informant

N***as cook crack on a foreman

While y'all boys was still sparring

Uhh

This that sorry for the wait 2

Tell the dead homies you pray to you're on your way too

That the truth is hard to swallow

You got fake juice

Even slick rick the ruler know I break rules

Ooh

Got the gas out shooting like jordan

I put your homeboy face on a t shirt

And put your own face on a milk carton

Busy

I've been so busy

Ain't even got time for quickies

That's why my b***h been so b***hy

I'm outchea tryin' to get me

I'm coming back out jumping like jordan

I'm so sorry for the wait

I'm tardy

I wrote a letter to my competition

It started off with:dearly departed

Hippie

I be so trippy

Give her p***y a hicky

I hope she ain't strictly d**kly

So we can menage to nicki

Oohh

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