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Trap Pap Best Yet

[Intro]
Yea
Split Life
Trap, Woo
Crazy Crazy

(Chorus)
Yea what yea, I ain't at my best yet (woo)
Bro you broke the code, went like a hoe, and I don't respect that
I be with the money, I ain't talking where that check at
Got my lil brothers, they going step right where your neck at (bow)
Diamonds on me dancing, got these bitches on they knees yea
All I know is hop out, walk em down, and ima squeeze yea
Lay that boy down, I be giving Tempur-Pedic's
I be saying shit, but don't you ever go repeat it
[Verse 1]
Yea lay em down he asleep (wow)
Boy I run my city, I be running with the gleek
I ain't f..cking with no studio unless I'm here wit Mique (On god)
Tryna run up on me closed casket you'll get white sheet
Yea yea yea, Kevin Federline
Nigga play me bout my money nigga then it's hammer time (bow)
I ain't never play about my money that's the bottom line (Straight up)
Me and bro in traffic, and I'm bippin and I got a nine

[Chorus]
What yea, I ain't at my best yet (nah)
Bro you broke the code went like a hoe, and I don't respect that
I be with the money, I ain't talking where that check at
Got my lil brothers, they going step right where your neck at
Diamonds on me dancing, got these bitches on they knees yea
All I know is hop out, walk em down, and ima squeeze yea (Yea)
Lay that boy down, I be giving Tempur-Pedic's (Woo)
I be saying shit, but don't you ever go repeat it (Don't do that)

[Verse 2]
Yea what Ima buss em (yea)
P's for the low tap in ima rush em (tap in)
Fucking up the sack ima crash at king of Prussia
I ain't been this up before I put that on my mother
Yea, what yea, ima big fish
Swimming in that water, lil nigga you a fish stick
Emilio her pucci now she tryna have a freak nikk
Better watch the train we getting money, boy don't miss this (sheesh)
[Chorus]
What yea, I ain't at my best yet
Bro you broke the code went like a hoe, and I don't respect that
I be with the money, I ain't talking where that check at (yea)
Got my lil brothers, they going step right where your neck at (bow)
Diamonds on me dancing, got these bitches on they knees yea
All I know is hop out, walk em down, and ima squeeze yea (woo)
Lay that boy down, I be giving Tempur-Pedic's
I be saying shit, but don't you ever go repeat it

[Outro]
Diamonds on me dancing now, nigga where that check at
You was talking shit, and now you hanging where my neck at
Yea, now you hanging where my neck at
You was talking shit, now you hanging where my neck at
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