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trap muzik
[Chorus: x8] This a trap This ain't no album This ain't no game This a trap (trap muzik)  Welcome back to the trap Niggas back in the trap Wit another heavy Chevy Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas role out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flying But I stay down to I'm sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang Block out the duc canes Cook it to it bubbles Double fast as a mustang I know you think you fuck man But little shorty tuff man Been a long time  Since a nigg from Alanta Spit this nuts game That's a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feeling that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm with 'em Holla something similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in 'em I got a million rhythms Want em come get 'em What bitch you pussy nigga I'm just having fun wit 'em  [Chorus: x8]  Still telling niggas I ain't wholing I ain't crawling  When the 12 hit the corner I ain't brolling I ain't rolling Keep the coat stretch out Like Carl Louis Hamstring Stepped on like I'm working With the damn thing Dribble baby ain't seen What I do to a ounce of doe A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip some more I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to something else They love to work That's why I keep em coming Like collections plate  We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Intimidate Niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Nobody loosing weight They fuck with us Cause you've been known to hate Demonstrate The way we turned the trout Out in '98 Started out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimping I respect the game Lets take this to another block  [Chorus: x8]  Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When I spot a scene hot With the man name Jon And the collard green pot On a lot of straight hen And a lot of green pot Competition in a range Like he gotta be stop Well maybe I will be But probably not Oh what the blood cloak You try to knock em out and he sock Listen to me I'm serious Thinking how did he not End up way up On the top of Detroit If come where I was You gotta be pop And if you really want to pop And I rather be dropped Listen pops Want to know a little more About rap First rule this is real It ain't just a record deal It's a trap