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he hell - trap commander lyrics

[intro]
yeah, wooh, you dig that?
trap commander, n*gga
pull up in a coupe make b*tch startin’ sweat
(acebankz on the track)

[post*chorus]
hundred*hundred pounds of gas, just landed on conley (on conley)
ain’t*ain’t gotta touch it, i get white collar money (stacks, hundreds)
plain jane sky*dweller on my left arm (my arm)
six tennis chains, n*gga, i don’t need no charm (uh*uh)
sixty*five pounds of gas and some zip locks (zip locks)
eyeball a bale, n*gga, i don’t need a clock (i don’t need a clock)
all this hatin’ need to motherf*ckin’ stop (need to stop)
n*ggas don’t wanna see me at the motherf*ckin’ top (uh*uh)
[verse 1]
so i keep on hustlin’, i keep on stackin’ (wooh)
n*gga might just see me in traffic (yeah)
hundred round drum, that motherf*cker tragic (brrt)
i might pull up let the motherf*cker have it (yeah)
whoo, n*gga, i been rich (boom)
whoo, yeah, you been a b*tch (yah)
whoo, yeah, pull up in this (yeah)
skrrt, skrrt, you heard that sh*t (vroom)

[pre*chorus]
i was pullin’ up when i ain’t even have l’s (l’s)
bale in the trunk n*gga screaming f*ck twelve (f*ck twelve)
ordered up a hundred and they came in the mail (in the mail)
you can get ’em wholesale or get ’em retail (retail)

[chorus]
my coupe matte black, inside seash*ll (seash*ll)
windows fishbowl and the motor v12 (v12)
barely hit the gas and the b*tch fishtail (fishtail)
pull up*pull up on your b*tch and she say, he h*ll
outfit*outfit cost me thirty*five hundred (he h*ll)
tennis shoes twenty*eight hundred (he h*ll)
ice on me, it’s gonna be cold a summer (he h*ll)
she want me ’cause she know i get money (he h*ll)
[post*chorus]
twenty*four carat on this motherf*ckin’ ring
got*got six in like i came off a team (off a team)
i got a big rocket on me, n*gga, call him hakeem (hakeem)
that motherf*cker won’t even fit in my jeans (my jeans)
you know my pistols dirty it got bad hygiene (hygiene)
for sixteen*fifty i got bags of irene (irene)
cpn apartment ain’t in my name (my name)
i busted a thousand scripts, do the number, you lame (money)

[verse 2]
pull up in the benzo it ain’t got no tints on it (uh*uh)
lil b*tch with me and she ain’t in the friend zone (wooh)
followed my block then i ran in the end zone (wooh)
sent ’em off monday, boy, the pack should’ve been home
twenty*five pounds of that runtz and that gushers (yeah)
chains on my neck, dancin’ just like usher (bling)
everytime you see a n*gga boy i’m ballin like rucker (yeah)
i ran up a check pushin’ weight like a trucker (ooh)

[pre*chorus]
all this money got these b*tches on my bumper (bumper)
n*gga, i don’ hit more hoes then brian pumper (brian pumper)
my trap hit hard like a vert’ with three twelves (three twelves)
pull up in a vl with a v12 (skrrt)
[chorus]
my coupe matte black, inside seash*ll (seash*ll)
windows fishbowl and the motor v12 (v12)
barely hit the gas and the b*tch fishtail (fishtail)
pull up on your b*tch and she say, he h*ll
outfit cost me thirty*five hundred (he h*ll)
tennis shoes twenty*eight hundred (he h*ll)
ice on me, it’s gonna be cold a summer (he h*ll)
she want me ’cause she know i get money (he h*ll)

- trap commander lyrics

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