Rick Ross - Trap Luv Lyrics


Feat. Yo Gotti

How to hustle, nigga
Rules,laws

ItÂ’s a million dollar
Later, IÂ’m a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich?
But still stressing niggaz
Streets will never ever stop pissinÂ’ niggaz
Send a message , nigga
I believe in hustle
I donÂ’t fuck with love
And the fucking killing mobs
They donÂ’t fuck with us
And 3 levels mean a lot nigga
They mean sacrifice
Cocaine mafia
Double check the price
Niggaz killinÂ’ niggaz like they got a license
Niggaz crossinÂ’ over

Fuck that afro 6
They be tracking niggaz
Guys, good night
IÂ’m gone
When niggaz put their glam down
And get their glam up
You got phone, but you got no dollars
Man this shit ainÂ’t enough

And all the dirt IÂ’ve done
And all the preaching IÂ’ve sold
I canÂ’t sleep at night
Fuck the war show
Cause I shoot this bitch up
And only God knows

Flip eyes, the French eyes and the dominoes
Speak for them boys
And we drag them all
Until these days,
My people never let at all
Souls of black folks to hustle once in a choice
Rap game
Everybody is getting off the top
Fuck interest, as long as you pull it off the lot
Hoes wanna fuck
Haters wanna hate
So donÂ’t make me put a kilo on them
It goes forward, either we take it
Niggaz even shoot the choppers
I said there are some people that I still love
Guess this how it goes
When itÂ’s real blood
I remember counting cash,
Standing in the trap
I turn my hat to the back
And a hundred stacks
Still losing weight with the sky on my back

Nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by these rules
We came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules
I pray you preach forever
I pray you preach forever
I pray you preach forever
I pray you preach forever

 

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