Текст песни Gucci Mane - Trap House
Gucci Mane - Trap House слова песни
In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap HouseGucci Mane Check It[Hook]Choppa on the floor pistol on the coachHood rich so I never had a bank accountJunkies going in junkies going outMade a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap HouseMoney kinda short but we can work it outMade a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap HouseBricks going in, Bricks going outMade a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap HouseI`m tired of selling bricks I wanna go legitI wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 CentCause platinum ain`t enough I got too many vicesI love to smoke weed love to shoot dicesSay my life style extravagant I talk cash shitBitches say I`m arrogant well god damn Gucci cockie thenBut at the same time young hoes be jocking slimGucci ain`t shit, Bitch I beg your pardonI`m independent but I`m balling like a major artistI stay high like giraffe pussy In My Trap HouseSmokin` rubber cushie[Hook]Jumped out the whip everybody lookingBig clouds of smoke but ain`t nobody cooking(females)(Girl their go Gucci ManeI want his autograph `cause I`m his biggest fan)Yellow hummvie with the yellow feetYellow diamonds the same color as yellow cheeseAnd I`m smoking on that purple shitThey call me temp service `cause I`ll work a bitchMoney long like Shaq feetRunning dough like a sprinter at a track meetI heard he got that soft whiteExtended clips make them busters get they mind right[Hook]In my trap house watchin Sports CenterIn the kitchen cooking but I ain`t cooking dinnerSplash it with the water whip it make it harder17 for `em the same number as Qunice CarterSay I`m working with wit a mill or betterMarried to the game me and ????? live togetherStreet smart niggah never listen to the teacherYou can catch me in the bathroom smoking reeferPrices low like Wal*MartBricks on I-9 get ya shopping cartKnee deep in the dope gameI`m not a farmer but I`m known to push them collard greens[Hook]