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Trap-House Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Dey 2400
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: David Goldberg




Young Dey 2400 - Trap-House Lyrics




White paint on the walls
Calls on the phone taint my mentality
There's gonna be a fatality
Hone the skills done with the bullshit
Golden rule up in this bitch
Holding on to the rim
Them bitches folding
Black decked up Tims thong to match bare ass smiling
Done with the sass
I ain't been broke in a min
Been a min since I didn't toke
Ain't a joke
When I was 18 I made about 20k fans
Bands stack 50 k in the account
Homies barley know my name don't know my face
Not your place
This bitch strap up in the lace
About to trap about to rap

What's the point
Acting up on your bullshit
Karate chop a nigga
Call it Chinese
Spanish bitch about to make them black and blue
Ass flew to the curb
Swerve f*ck your nerve Dey neck deep in the bando
Popping off like Rambo
Get the F*ck outta my way

Sorry Dey with that foul play
Nigga just pipe up f*ck outta of my trap house
Snipe the haters back to the lonely C streets
See me now you don't
Katana pointed turned into a sauna
Triggers hot your not got a lot of time
F*ck outta of my trap house
F*ck outta of my trap house

Around the Latin city
Feeling like that hot shit
Dealing in the trap game
Ready player one plug it in welcome to the rap game
High style
Fashion running a mile
Stay in denial about to get you piped
Might get popped
Pussy swanging banging out
Bagging two hoes
Ring ring welcome to the ring foes come out first 48

Sorry Dey with that foul play
Nigga just pipe up f*ck outta of my trap house
Snipe the haters back to the lonely C streets
See me now you don't
Katana pointed turned into a sauna
Triggers hot your not got a lot of time
F*ck outta of my trap house
F*ck outta of my trap house
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White paint on the walls
Calls on the phone taint my mentality
There's gonna be a fatality
Hone the skills done with the bullshit
Golden rule up in this bitch
Holding on to the rim
Them bitches folding
Black decked up Tims thong to match bare ass smiling
Done with the sass
I ain't been broke in a min
Been a min since I didn't toke
Ain't a joke
When I was 18 I made about 20k fans
Bands stack 50 k in the account
Homies barley know my name don't know my face
Not your place
This bitch strap up in the lace
About to trap about to rap

What's the point
Acting up on your bullshit
Karate chop a nigga
Call it Chinese
Spanish bitch about to make them black and blue
Ass flew to the curb
Swerve f*ck your nerve Dey neck deep in the bando
Popping off like Rambo
Get the F*ck outta my way

Sorry Dey with that foul play
Nigga just pipe up f*ck outta of my trap house
Snipe the haters back to the lonely C streets
See me now you don't
Katana pointed turned into a sauna
Triggers hot your not got a lot of time
F*ck outta of my trap house
F*ck outta of my trap house

Around the Latin city
Feeling like that hot shit
Dealing in the trap game
Ready player one plug it in welcome to the rap game
High style
Fashion running a mile
Stay in denial about to get you piped
Might get popped
Pussy swanging banging out
Bagging two hoes
Ring ring welcome to the ring foes come out first 48

Sorry Dey with that foul play
Nigga just pipe up f*ck outta of my trap house
Snipe the haters back to the lonely C streets
See me now you don't
Katana pointed turned into a sauna
Triggers hot your not got a lot of time
F*ck outta of my trap house
F*ck outta of my trap house
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Writer: David Goldberg
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