48 Barz of Trap, Pt. 3
48 Barz in the trap get wit me
New Edition crack in this bitch call it Whitney
Feins outside pullin doors off the hinges
Wat you call head or tails either way we gon flip eem
I know many men want my spot like 50
I want yo bitch and mines cuz I'm stingy
I dun spin't this bitch 4 times na she dizzy
I ain't wanna eat her pussy cuz it look like chitlins
Tangy ass cat man that's my pet peeve
On CMC I bet wateva, we the best team
Fear no man shid he bleed how I bleed
I press buttons and they comin out vending machine
Got one job only and that's keep breathin
One song away we outta here like Wheezy
I told you I'm always behind you, believe me
I'll never let you fall like it's only 3 seasons
Niggas ain't steppin man they need some more sneakers
You stuck wit this beef like some gum on the bleachers
You solid or you ain't that some shit we can't teach you
He was talkin on that pillow now he resting in peace
BET Jams yea dawg I had to show y'all
Request me as a friend naw I'm straight ion know y'all
I tax niggas, fuck around and got wrote off
They say I'm in my prom like I'm goin to the show off
Don't compare me to yo nigga he a loser
I sold him some old girl, that's a cougar
Shoot a stack bet a stack nigga wat you doin
I dun fuck around and threw 2 7's like Luka
My homegirl momma snort coke and drink Pepsi
She say that food do sum to her soul like dressing
Steady throwin hints bitch I'll never catch em
All my bitches got a place in my heart, you ain't special
Boss or a bum you gotta choice in the street
She mean the world to you, she mean nothin to me
Why yo bitch pussy get moist when I speak
Gotta hold it down for Mulley he the voice of the East
Like a unreleased track this bitch leakin
Ion kiss and tell so I guess that wonna secret
I'm a predator but I prey like a deacon
Man I had that bitch open off some woods and a Seagrams
All these bags, I need a grocery basket
I never gotta show up, just like online classes
Live life on the edge, man I'm so damn jagged
Tryna fill up my banks, just like Carlton and Ashley
She let me send the skates to her crib gave me chills
For every time we fuck I'll pay one bill
I'll prolly pay 2 if the head fye fr
Bitch don't put me on yo snap
Bitch ion een pose to be here hold on
New Edition crack in this bitch call it Whitney
Feins outside pullin doors off the hinges
Wat you call head or tails either way we gon flip eem
I know many men want my spot like 50
I want yo bitch and mines cuz I'm stingy
I dun spin't this bitch 4 times na she dizzy
I ain't wanna eat her pussy cuz it look like chitlins
Tangy ass cat man that's my pet peeve
On CMC I bet wateva, we the best team
Fear no man shid he bleed how I bleed
I press buttons and they comin out vending machine
Got one job only and that's keep breathin
One song away we outta here like Wheezy
I told you I'm always behind you, believe me
I'll never let you fall like it's only 3 seasons
Niggas ain't steppin man they need some more sneakers
You stuck wit this beef like some gum on the bleachers
You solid or you ain't that some shit we can't teach you
He was talkin on that pillow now he resting in peace
BET Jams yea dawg I had to show y'all
Request me as a friend naw I'm straight ion know y'all
I tax niggas, fuck around and got wrote off
They say I'm in my prom like I'm goin to the show off
Don't compare me to yo nigga he a loser
I sold him some old girl, that's a cougar
Shoot a stack bet a stack nigga wat you doin
I dun fuck around and threw 2 7's like Luka
My homegirl momma snort coke and drink Pepsi
She say that food do sum to her soul like dressing
Steady throwin hints bitch I'll never catch em
All my bitches got a place in my heart, you ain't special
Boss or a bum you gotta choice in the street
She mean the world to you, she mean nothin to me
Why yo bitch pussy get moist when I speak
Gotta hold it down for Mulley he the voice of the East
Like a unreleased track this bitch leakin
Ion kiss and tell so I guess that wonna secret
I'm a predator but I prey like a deacon
Man I had that bitch open off some woods and a Seagrams
All these bags, I need a grocery basket
I never gotta show up, just like online classes
Live life on the edge, man I'm so damn jagged
Tryna fill up my banks, just like Carlton and Ashley
She let me send the skates to her crib gave me chills
For every time we fuck I'll pay one bill
I'll prolly pay 2 if the head fye fr
Bitch don't put me on yo snap
Bitch ion een pose to be here hold on
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Writer(s): Darren Flowers, Dominique Maybanks, Mr. Bhn
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