T.I. Lyrics

Album: TRAP MUZIK

Trap Muzik Lyrics

(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

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