Don Trip

Don Trip - Still In The Trap lyrics

rate me

Feat. Juicy J

Okay!

Ridin' round in my city

I got a bag up in the glove compartment

And a brown bit' named Penny

Yes I’m a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I’m finished

I wet her up like a gremlin

Spread her legs open, I’m swimming

Got two white girls that I’m digging

I’m no sponsor, they’re both lending

One named Suzie, one named Cindy

One drink vodka, one drink Henny

I’m ballin', all that screamin'

Killin' pussy, no forensics

Ain't no Louie ain't no Prada

Bitch be happy, you got Denims

Just one night, it’s time we end it

And Kleenex is recommended

I get paper, I get pussy, but I don’t mix it,

I’m no chemist

Loose my number, man it’s business

Yes I’m stripped and I admit it

If it’s a crime then I’ll be waitin' for my sentence

[Hook]

Still in trap

That’s all I know

Still getting money,

Still slangin' dough

So many cars,

So many hoes

You make it rain,

We make it snow

Well, being broke don’t make any sense

So much cash comin', you would think we printed it

Blow the money fast, now you think we winnin' it

Wear yo' pussy baby girl but I’m not lendin' shit

Ain't no takin' down them bitches, I be swimming in that

Paper off her pussy, fuck her innocence

Really, if you give her a dime I thinkin' you’re pimpin' off or you’re ignorant

Cus' me, I run more game on it then they busters and gillions

I’m still in that YSL, here’s all the paper we reel in here

I take a bitch, kill her pussy

Then take her friend and kill again

Hit 'em sprunk, got a tough dick

And they don’t get with no middle man

And I come back when I want to

And I never give em no dividends

[Hook]

Money talks, don’t I know?

All the way with that plastic, there’s no toy, no tico

Ballin' that ice-o

Plenty whips no dyke-o

I’m gainin' pound and slangin' pounds

But you losin' weight, lipo

My old bitches they maniac and my new bitches they psycho

And one day they want me to know

What can I say? I got high hopes

Spit game, I got a higher score

Pimp shit is all I know

And if you haven’t yet decide to run for president

He got my vote

Ride dirty, it’s more blessed

But I’m dressed cleaner than ...

A bank account, as in 5Os

But I’m still duckin' for the 5O

Car tinted like the president

Tryna avoid these spyin' hoes

But I gave it to you, I get to the money

In a dark room with a black fo

[Hook]

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