Trap Luv

Trap Brady! Yeah

I swear I had this dream, Matching balmain jeans
Matching Louis lockets, Matching glocks wit beams
I swear I had this dream

I swear I had this dream, matching balmain jeans
Matching Louis lockets, matching glocks wit beams
I swear I had this dream, matching balmain jeans
Matching Louis lockets, matching glocks wit beams

And ima make it true, cause baby I know ya worth
And every time I see you, my ass got another verse
Yeah you gone get me rich, off these love songs
I just kick back and write 'em, while I smoke my strong
(Dat stanky shit)
Lil bitch im in my zone, '42 shots got me gone
I just wanna bring yo ass home, I just wanna bring yo ass gold
I can buy you nice shit, once I got the load sold
Yung trap Brady, we gone kill em if they ever told
I'm the one I hope you choose, I mean the one I hope you chose
You stick with me you never lose, I'll cop dat Hermès by the twos
Copping dolce and gabanna, trying to make ya ass a momma
If a nigga act wavy, ima spit dat nigga with the llama

I swear I had this dream, matching balmain jeans
Matching Louis lockets, matching glocks wit beams
I swear I had this dream, matching balmain jeans
Matching Louis lockets, matching glocks wit beams

And ima make it true, that backwood full of glue
That bad bitch actin bougie, but I bet she give me coochie
Bitch my dick game crack, you gone be selling loosies
Dippas Percocet belushis, yeah belushis
Bitch I got that hot stuff, that shit that heat then lock up
Gotta get my guap up, and I pray I don't get locked up
Said these bitches fuck with fue-go (Fuego), they know he 'bout that pay-so (Peso)
Go places that you can't-go (Can't go), want smoke lil bitch let's tan-go (Tango)
Lil niggggggaaa!



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Writer(s): Natavian Nash
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