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Taleban Dooda - Trappin' Ain't Dead Lyrics



Taleban Dooda - Trappin' Ain't Dead Lyrics
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[ Featuring 42 Dugg ]

Ayy, 4-Tray, they the squad
4 shit, no ho shit, bitch
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Yeah

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)

And that's a flagrant, it's tragic, but he fouled out (he fouled out)
Lil' Guap was slappin' with the stick until he passed out (yeah, he passed out)
Thought they was funny, tables turned, we get to laugh now (we get to laugh now)
My mama proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (ayy, I'm I'm a cash cow)
Please forever throw your fours to the sky (yeah, to the sky)
I, forever throw them fours 'til I die ('til I die)
And we can't tie, I'm runnin' with my pride (my pride)
And we used to fist fight before we slanged that iron (slanged that iron)
I'm sorry, but I can't tote no Glock, unless a .30 on it (a .30 on it)
Your baby daddy sell lil' rerocks just get rid of homie (just get rid of homie)
Four pockets full, on the regular I keep fifty on me (I keep money on me)
And none of this shit light, real gold, diamonds heavy on me (yeah, yeah)

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)

I still be f*ckin' with the men who broke out the doghouse (Dugg)
If you ain't yellin', "Free Tim" we 'bout to fall out
Ball out, I'ma hold it down 'til they all out
Made nigga, I done dumped shit, I done saved niggas
Grave digger
Probably still livin', ain't got pay for 'em (why not?)
Baby girl sell that pussy, throw some Bape on her (Bape on her)
Hit her, ain't wanna do it, I just hate cuz
First hundred K I made was off of fake drugs
Young dawg, dick sucker, said he Dugg (how?)
Ten toes, five poles, I'm in they hood
Bad bitch, ass on her, but she can't cook
Ayy, I don't know, some of these niggas hoes I ain't took (ask around)
Lamb' truck, Caddy truck, nigga, free Reek (skrrt)
Young nigga turned bitch, always three deep (yeah)
I can't remember the time where it was free me (me)
F*ck the feds 'til I'm dead, nigga free Meech

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)
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Ayy, 4-Tray, they the squad
4 shit, no ho shit, bitch
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Yeah

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)

And that's a flagrant, it's tragic, but he fouled out (he fouled out)
Lil' Guap was slappin' with the stick until he passed out (yeah, he passed out)
Thought they was funny, tables turned, we get to laugh now (we get to laugh now)
My mama proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (ayy, I'm I'm a cash cow)
Please forever throw your fours to the sky (yeah, to the sky)
I, forever throw them fours 'til I die ('til I die)
And we can't tie, I'm runnin' with my pride (my pride)
And we used to fist fight before we slanged that iron (slanged that iron)
I'm sorry, but I can't tote no Glock, unless a .30 on it (a .30 on it)
Your baby daddy sell lil' rerocks just get rid of homie (just get rid of homie)
Four pockets full, on the regular I keep fifty on me (I keep money on me)
And none of this shit light, real gold, diamonds heavy on me (yeah, yeah)

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)

I still be f*ckin' with the men who broke out the doghouse (Dugg)
If you ain't yellin', "Free Tim" we 'bout to fall out
Ball out, I'ma hold it down 'til they all out
Made nigga, I done dumped shit, I done saved niggas
Grave digger
Probably still livin', ain't got pay for 'em (why not?)
Baby girl sell that pussy, throw some Bape on her (Bape on her)
Hit her, ain't wanna do it, I just hate cuz
First hundred K I made was off of fake drugs
Young dawg, dick sucker, said he Dugg (how?)
Ten toes, five poles, I'm in they hood
Bad bitch, ass on her, but she can't cook
Ayy, I don't know, some of these niggas hoes I ain't took (ask around)
Lamb' truck, Caddy truck, nigga, free Reek (skrrt)
Young nigga turned bitch, always three deep (yeah)
I can't remember the time where it was free me (me)
F*ck the feds 'til I'm dead, nigga free Meech

Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scammed out (you niggas scammed out)
Bitch, we ain't ever seen a drought, bring them grams out (bring them grams out)
My lil' brother had got jammed, we had to bail him out (we had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (he a felon now, yeah)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (this is our town, yeah)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (guard down)
Lil' boy done finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (he actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (he sellin' hard now)
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Writer: Darren Wright Jr., Martin Mccurtis, Dion Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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