He was fresh outta college, twenty-four
Dick pressed up in Michael Kors
Sellin’ flakka to the wh#res
A big lick waitin’ to happen
The beat, it was bangin’ four-by-four
Knew he saw me from the door
Told him I was out on tour
I lied, b#tch, I knew he was trappin’
Left the club now we’re driving in the Beam
Send the addy of the telly to the team
Get upstairs, daddy, let me get a drink
Nah, just kidding, p#ss# killed the trapstar
My f#ckin’ p#ss# killed the trapstar
I was fresh, in Manolo’s on the strip
True Religions with the rips
Kylie Lip Kit on my lips
He pulled up, lookin’ to trick
And I said I was out here on a trip
Bat my lashes, blow a kiss
Could I get a ride real quick?
He said if I show him a tit, sh#t
Hop in now we’re flirting on the road
Make a left, daddy, I know where to go
Setup, girl, and he doesn’t even know
Hey, pull over, p#ss# killed the trapstar
My f#ckin’ p#ss# killed the trapstar
Cause of death was my p#ss#
Time of death was six
He thought that I’m selling nookie
But I’m a setup chick
Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na
Shake my na-na, na-na, na-na
Do my thing
In the line for the teller at the bank
Givin’ eyes and I’m dressed like a sk#nk
He’s like, “Baby, let me buy you a drink”
Wait, one second, p#ss# robbed the bank too
My f#ckin’ p#ss# robbed the bank too
My f#ckin’ p#ss# goin’ out of control
My f#ckin’ p#ss# killin’ everything
Sorry
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