(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, oh yeah
I brought that ho to the traphouse mansion
And I’m with two white ho’s, Brittney and Ashley
You know I’m geeked up, please don’t ask me, yeah
b#tch, please don’t ask me sh#t
b#tch, please don’t touch this sh#t
b#tch, we got sticks in here
I’m on shrooms, I’m geeked in here
Top floor n#gg#, I see you from here
Yeah I’m smoking dope, this is weed in the air
And this b#tch mad at me, but n#gg# I don’t care
Put that ho on her knees, then kick her out of here
And my drip Japanese, n#gg# this sh#t rare
Might be hitting your niece, n#gg# I don’t care
I like replica shoes, I want every pair
Designer sh#t, down to my underwear
Bad b#tch, ’bout to take her under there
Rockstar life b#tch I’m high as hell
But I’m doing sh#t, baby you can’t tell?
I think I know this ho, she ring a bell
[?] n#gg# yeah
I don’t think I know these n#gg#s, hell no
And I feel like a foreign car, hell yeah, hell yeah, n#gg# hell yeah
I feel like a foreign car, hell yeah
I see beautiful model broads everywhere, I’m addicted to dollar signs, I need help
And I’m straight by myself, but can you wish me well
I’m the darklord baby and I’m raising hell
All my n#gg#s having dirty scales (all my n#gg#s having dirty scales)
Oh yeah
I brought that ho to the traphouse mansion
And I’m with two white ho’s, Brittney and Ashley
You know I’m geeked up, please don’t ask me, yeah
b#tch, please don’t ask me sh#t
b#tch, please don’t touch this sh#t
b#tch, we got sticks in here
I’m on shrooms, I’m geeked in here
Top floor n#gg#, I see you from here
Yeah I’m smoking dope, this is weed in the air
And this b#tch mad at me, but n#gg# I don’t care
Put that ho on her knees, then kick her out of here
And my drip Japanese, n#gg# this sh#t rare
Might be hitting your niece, n#gg# I don’t care
I like replica shoes, I want every pair
Designer sh#t, down to my underwear
Bad b#tch, ’bout to take her under there (bad b#tch ’bout to take her under there)
Yeah, yeah
I brought that ho to the traphouse mansion
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