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Correct In My Trap Lyrics
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Philthy Rich
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Correct In My Trap
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[Chorus: Johnny Cinco] This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) [Verse 1: Johnny Cinco] Get my pack Get my gun, get my bomb Pull up foreign, shit, pull off foreign Codeine in my lungs, I don't even know where I'm goin' Ain't no pressure on the block Young nigga sellin' on the block Learned a lot of shit on the block Young nigga settin' up shop We ain't gon' play around with these boys We ain't gon' play around with these toys Treat these whips just like they toys, yeah Drive these cars just like they toys, yeah We get to the money, I know what they love, yeah I walked in the club, they know I got my slug here Now they lookin' at me, how he got these drugs here? I jumped off the porch, jumped in a brand new Lamborghini Went from sellin' dope, robbin' niggas, servin' cement Went from eating noodles, now lobster fettuccini Ran the money way way up, you wouldn't believe it [Chorus: Johnny Cinco] This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] New foreign with the roof gone, no rebate, no coupon Rose gold bust down Patek, no stainless steel, no two-tone Thirty thou on a new chain, told a broke nigga keep the loose change Red bottoms, no shoe strings, this Actavis give me mood swings Rollie on with the big rocks, turn my bitch spot into a trap spot Ninety days out of this spot then we relocate to the next spot Hundred inch out of Best Buy, got a bad bitch out of Bed Stuy Told a bitch catch a red eye, bitch you'll be here like in no time Since I bought it I ain't set the time, ain't the same watch, this a different kind VS1's got a different shine, man them niggas funny like Richard Prior In the trap, I was in the trap, I ain't never seen you niggas in the trap You ain't never bust down a pack, you ain't never greased down a MAC Actavis with the seal on it, Hi-Tech with the seal on it Motor four, put a deal on it, fuck you and your big homie Sem God, bitch it's rent time, nigga pay up or get kicked out In the trap with the stick out We done sold out, they done missed out, it's Philthy [Chorus: Johnny Cinco] This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) [Verse 3: VL Deck] I put your bitch to work, run noon Bitch I rap 'bout what I say, I talk how I move Pressin' 'bout the paper, that's the only mood Servin' out the rental, bitch been part the old school Task force got 'em scared, bitches won't move Block on Juvenile but this bitch still boom Zombies in the line comin' for that dog food Spot look like the Carter, shootin' up in the bathroom I'm a different bracket jackin', we don't fuck with y'all And Judo cook the best, he stretch it with the [?] Every day I'm movin', I can't lie, I'm with the action Nunez goin' for thirty-two, I touch 'em then I'm cappin' If you want a sixty, got it packed off in my past street Pints startin' to drown so these niggas startin' to tax me And they steppin' on the dope like they tap dancing Smokin' OG when I'm in the mountains, Uncle Larry [Chorus: Johnny Cinco] This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey) [Outro: Johnny Cinco] Bustdown, that's a bustdown Try to touch my bustdown, you get bust down All these bales get bust down, these bricks get bust down Cali plug just touched down, we in a rush now This my trap (this my trap) This my strap (this my strap), this my pack (this my pack) These my racks (these my racks), this my Act (yeah, hey) Sip my Act (sip my Act), count these racks (yeah, hey)
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