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Trap House Stalkin' Lyrics

2 Chainz – Trap House Stalkin' Lyrics

Turn the whole block a theater now
Made some legal money, ran off on ? Sound
Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag
Bag, bag
Bad bitches in my picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal’s
Nah I’m just lying, I used to meet at Crystal’s
Duffle bag zippers
Who the fuck gon’ zip that bitch up
Me and that bitch we gon’ ride in the trunk
'Cause the hood of the car is not in the front
I did it for them, no
I did it for me so then did it for him
And I like when that pussy go slass,
So I told ‘er let’s go fo’ a swim oh

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’

I spoil all my clientèle
And my lil bitch, she spoiled wild
Just fucked a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin’
Summer time, just made it, I’m thinkin’ drop top Spider Rarri
Who there callin’ my phone? If it ain’t about money I ain’t talkin’
Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside my traphouse stalkin’
I valet the coupe and leave with Margers and Winnie and ate lunch
And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they ant
Yup, give em that crack, make 'em come back (Get ova here!)
Just scraped these six figures out the road smithe on the set
Hmm, like LL, I’m in too deep wid it, lil momma pussy so good, man
That I almost fell asleep in it (damn)

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She out my traphouse stalkin’
Panamera on the Forgies, I’m flossin’, 458 with the horsie
I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down and have
Everything gone by the mo’ning
Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings
I can run through yo city like Jordan
Nigga, my cousin, my women imported
Yo bitch on my bumper, you can get extorted
I call my plug and I tell him bring me more
Don’t worry bout me, worry bout where yo hoe at
Nigga, yo bitch outside my traphouse skeetin’
Bitch outside, she stalkin’
285, Just ride, smokin’ precious
You trippin’, I left that bitch walkin’
I got these records so big I can’t follow you
I got yo bitch, yo shawty got Ebola
We sellin’ that coke, we no call it a coma
Makin’ em G’s, ya gotta stay 100
That priceless gas, know we smokin’ and clutchin’
I don’t do dinners, no movie, no nothin’ no lunches, we fuckin’
And that’s the end of that discussion

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin’
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