Letra de Trap Dance - Trapland Pat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Duh-duh-duh)

(PepperJack Zoe)

The sunshine done hit the blinds, I'm sure you know the time (Duh-duh-duh)

The church bell ringing, gotta pray before you grind

I been takin' care of my people, best believe they doin' fine

How your face so clean in the city full of crime? (Duh-duh-duh)

Can't be thinkin' with your dick in the city full of slime hoes

Threw away them nicks, upgraded to them dime hoes

Ain't really used to nothin', she like, "Where the fuck you find those?"

She runnin' out of time, she ain't even know I time hoes

When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance

Come through throwin' ones, I ain't come to get no lap dance (No)

Got my own cheese, tell the label keep they advance

Ain't think I seen him lurkin', he ain't know I took a quick glance (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh)

Once you get the word, just don't tell 'em what you heard from me (Duh-duh-duh)

Askin' for a half, that's how he got that quarter bird from me (That's how he got it)

Crackers on our ass, high speed, you gotta swerve for me (Skrrt, skrrt)

Trap it back door, you better jump up on that curb for me (Duh-duh-duh)

Two mamacitas 'round here and they Columbian

I got my hitters lurkin' just to see what type of club you in (Duh-duh-duh)

Know I'm with the Zoes and I bet I get my Bloodas in (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)

They ain't never loafin', we gon' rock out, bring them cutters in (Duh-duh-duh)

I'ma beat the trap up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

What's the point of fightin' if we left the house strapped up? (Duh-duh-duh)

Yeah, I got that laptop on me, bitch, I'm MAC'd up

Fam was just down, hit the slab, got them racks up, ayy (Racks, nigga, yeah, yeah)

When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance

Come through throwin' ones, I ain't come to get no lap dance

Got my own cheese, tell the label keep they advance

Ain't think I seen him lurkin', he ain't know I took a quick glance

When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance

When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance

When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance

Trap dance

Trap— trap dance

Two mamacitas 'round here and they Columbian

I got my hitters lurkin' just to see what type of club you in (Duh-duh-duh)

Know I'm with the Zoes and I bet I get my Bloodas in (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)

They ain't never loafin', we gon' rock out, bring them cutters in (Duh-duh-duh)

I'ma beat the trap up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

What's the point of fightin' if we left the house strapped up? (Duh-duh-duh)

Yeah, I got that laptop on me, bitch, I'm MAC'd up

Fam was just down, hit the slab, got them racks up, ayy (Racks, nigga, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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