Letra de Real Addresses - Tory Lanez

Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house

We fuck all you bitches at a trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

Wait, shit

Fargo, whippin' all this dope look like I'm sellin' phony

All that nigga want that Rollie with the bezel on it

I see niggas change from friends into them tellin' on me

I see niggas go from friends to gettin' jealous on me

I see niggas call their shooters and their felons on me

I see niggas get religious when their hell was comin'

I had to trust the plug sometimes I had no scale up on me

Whip a couple litres now

Trap house got too hot and now I'm trappin' out my fiend's house

Had to break the lease though

And I pay my little nigga just to watch out for police now

'Cause it look like a four in my kitchen

It look like I'm cookin' with them zoes in my kitchen

I'm water whippin', whippin' four with my kitchen

My nigga Trey, he pack a four for you niggas, yeah

Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house

We fuck all you bitches at a trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

Uh, when my grandma kicked me out the house

I said, "Fuck it dawg, I'm 'bout to bounce"

I said, "Fuck it dawg, I gots to make it"

I said, "Fuck it", started hustlin' and got that 'cedes

Uh, my nigga Shadow, he come with that ladder

I know some scammers that come with that data

Gotta ask 'em how we pull up in a Lambo

Shout go out to Dream that Bathing Ape and Camo

Fashion, bitch, I'm in the latest

I put all my baddest bitches in their favorite fragrance

I might fuck a country bitch that got that diner, diner

I might make a movie with 'em like I'm Damon Wayans, ya' feel?

I might whip the four in my kitchen

It look like a nigga sellin' Os in my kitchen

I'm whippin', my wrist, it feel cold in this kitchen

And I'm flippin' again, where it goes in this kitchen?

Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house

We fuck all you bitches at a trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses

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