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- Fredo Santana TrapHouse 歌詞
- Fredo Santana
- F**k a nine to five
I'll be in a traphouse
Pockets so fat
Don't make me bring them brags out
Thirties with the text out
Nigga you get stressed out
I don't need no job
I'll be in the traphouse
I'll be in the traphouse
I'll be in the traphouse
F**k a nine to five
I'll be in a traphouse
I'll be in a traphouse
I'll be in a traphouse
I don't need no job
I'll be in the traphouse
My neighbors hate me
Well now give a damn
'Cause I'll be in the trap selling heart
Moving grams
I gather F**king work
And I'm texting uncle Sam
Your bitch in love with me
'Cause I'm a hood nigga
Rubbing me shit
I wish you would nigga
Counting all this money
You wish you could nigga
A Will street nigga
Get that understood nigga
I'm serving pace no pace
There's money can' t take
A snitch nigga I hate
Real nigga can't fake
Your bitch see me I take it
I tip the bitches like the wages
Don't F**k with niggas they hate us
You keep the bitch see base
I switch all like I switch cold
I put it for my twenty four
My cauth when we cold
My shoe I feel with though
I don't chase nothing no hoes
Got shooters train up
But cure feel the door
Come quit so low were
You see nigga trip
You see nigga trip
F**k a nine to five
I'll be in a traphouse
Pockets so fat
Don't make me bring them brags out
Thirties with the text out
Nigga you get stressed out
I don't need no job
I'll be in the traphouse
I'll be in the traphouse
I'll be in the traphouse
F**k a nine to five
I'll be in a traphouse
I'll be in a traphouse
I'll be in a traphouse
I don 't need no job
I'll be in the traphouse
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