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trap muzik
T.I feat Mac Boney  This a trap This aint no album This aint no game This a trap (trap muzik) [Repeat 8x] [1st Verse] 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 flyin 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 Doulble fast as a mustang I know you think you fuck man But little showty tuff man Been a long time Since a nigg from Alanta Spit this nuts game Thats a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feelin that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin 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 havin fun wit em [chorus repeat 8x] [verse 2] Still telling niggas I aint wholing I aint crolling When the 12 hit the corner I aint brolling I aint rolling Keep the coat stretch out Like Carl Louis Hamstring Stepped on like I'm working With the damn thing Drible baby aint seen What I do to a ounce of doe A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip somemoore I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to sumthin else They love to work Thats why I keep em comin Like conlasions plate We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Attemadate 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 Sarted out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimpin I respect the game Lets take this to another block [chorus repeat 8x] [outro talk] [outro verse] Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When I spot a scene hot With the man name Jon And the collad green pot On alot of straight hen And alot of green pot Compation 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 Thinkin 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 Firts rule this is real It aint just a record deal Its a trap [music continues] [music fades]