I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Ay And she likes it (chyeah) (Lets get it) Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha) I'm so materialistic, so well connected Just ask about it, so well respected (ayy) Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope) Eat at Spun dinners four times a week Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (chyeah) I'm the real deal these other niggaz imposters Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips) 50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips) Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (chyeah) Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
[Chorus] I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) And she likes it I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy) And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it)
Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough) Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe) From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (chyeah) Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ayy) The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (haha) Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it) Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it) Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what) Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup) The squares are white, the tape is black (what else) The wait is over, the real is back (ayy)
[Chorus]
Lil momma wanna holla at a pimp (pimp) My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw) It ain't hard girl just use ya head (haha) Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeahhh) Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (chyeah) No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh) Im talking white squares with the steps in the middle (haha) You know me, take the good with the bad Cant complain the Porsche came with the rag And the chopper came with extra clips So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip (heyyy)
[Chorus]
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[Verse 1] Guess whos bizzack Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream i was cooking them o's Like horseshoes i was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow Im emotional I hug the block Im so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So whats realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free Switched hustles been killin em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense
[Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my colar then i swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my colar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang
Young Jeezy - Trapstar/ Go Crazy
Trapstar/ Go Crazy
Young Jeezy
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I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Ay
And she likes it (chyeah)
(Lets get it) Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected (ayy)
Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope)
Eat at Spun dinners four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (chyeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggaz imposters
Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips)
50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips)
Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (chyeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
[Chorus]
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it)
Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough)
Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe)
From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (chyeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ayy)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (haha)
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it)
Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it)
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what)
Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup)
The squares are white, the tape is black (what else)
The wait is over, the real is back (ayy)
[Chorus]
Lil momma wanna holla at a pimp (pimp)
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw)
It ain't hard girl just use ya head (haha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeahhh)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (chyeah)
No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh)
Im talking white squares with the steps in the middle (haha)
You know me, take the good with the bad
Cant complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip (heyyy)
[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
Guess whos bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream i was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes i was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense
[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my colar then i swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my colar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang