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Big Country - TRAP GOD/GET LOW Lyrics



Big Country - TRAP GOD/GET LOW Lyrics
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The trap still callin', the phone still ringin' So is the bank, date a rich bitch, so she
Can fill up my tank I'm the king, that's me, big country thats me
He shall see victory, then he'll prosper pay for my bitches bills whatever it will
Cost her, Money ain't a problem for me, still arguing
What would meek do, Let's keep it for real, ain't no rapper get
Here wrong, poppin' pills, that's why I'm the trap god
Crackuh, f*ck Eminem, whoever called him the rap god
Mmm, good question, that's odd, f*ck a skinny bitch, then skinny dip
How you six months sober off that henny, bitch
You count the pennies when I make a thousand times a quarter
Date a Mexican chick, if she don't f*ck with me, then I'mma report her
Send her south of the border I'm a nice guy, at least that's what I think
One up the pink, one up the stink, bad and boujee, that type of life they wanna live
But that's not something God will forgive, I'm on a path for recovery
Three prescriptions, modern day America addiction
They wish to be the trap king, but I took that place too
You trying to diss country, how much you get paid
Drop, drop and get low, drop and get low Drop and get low, drop and get low
Drop and get low, drop and get low Drop, where the hoes at
Nah, f*ck them, they taking drugs, I'm talking about Xanax
What's the plan
What's next
What's next
Rest in piece
OVO
Nah, f*ck them, put them on a grave On a map, on a map, on a map
Put them on a shirt, roll up they ashes We don't ration, we don't ration, we don't
Ration
Mm, f*ck your Instagram captions Pussy prada and payments
Mm, put your ass on the pavement Let it clap, let it clap
Like motion, just like the waves in the ocean I got next, let's run tag teams
That's a hood, crackuhs dream
Drop low, drop low, drop low, drop low, drop low
Drop low, trap god, get low, get low, get low
Trap god, get low, get low, get low Trap god, get low, where the hoes, where the
Hoes Trap god, where the hoes, trap god
Trap god, where the hoes, get low, get low Trap god, where the hoes, trap god
Where the hoes, trap god, get low
I'm the trap god, I do what I want and what I say
She saying bitch f*ck you, how bout you f*ck me
Ooh, mm, do it on a Tuesday night cause I'm lucky
Like I, like I just won the lottery You want a piece of me, you can get a lot
Of me, mm And would you rather f*ck your best friend
Or a thot
Get low, trap god, say, get low Trap god, say, get low, get low
Trap god said, get low, get low Trap god said, won't you get low, won't you
Get low, mm, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
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The trap still callin', the phone still ringin' So is the bank, date a rich bitch, so she
Can fill up my tank I'm the king, that's me, big country thats me
He shall see victory, then he'll prosper pay for my bitches bills whatever it will
Cost her, Money ain't a problem for me, still arguing
What would meek do, Let's keep it for real, ain't no rapper get
Here wrong, poppin' pills, that's why I'm the trap god
Crackuh, f*ck Eminem, whoever called him the rap god
Mmm, good question, that's odd, f*ck a skinny bitch, then skinny dip
How you six months sober off that henny, bitch
You count the pennies when I make a thousand times a quarter
Date a Mexican chick, if she don't f*ck with me, then I'mma report her
Send her south of the border I'm a nice guy, at least that's what I think
One up the pink, one up the stink, bad and boujee, that type of life they wanna live
But that's not something God will forgive, I'm on a path for recovery
Three prescriptions, modern day America addiction
They wish to be the trap king, but I took that place too
You trying to diss country, how much you get paid
Drop, drop and get low, drop and get low Drop and get low, drop and get low
Drop and get low, drop and get low Drop, where the hoes at
Nah, f*ck them, they taking drugs, I'm talking about Xanax
What's the plan
What's next
What's next
Rest in piece
OVO
Nah, f*ck them, put them on a grave On a map, on a map, on a map
Put them on a shirt, roll up they ashes We don't ration, we don't ration, we don't
Ration
Mm, f*ck your Instagram captions Pussy prada and payments
Mm, put your ass on the pavement Let it clap, let it clap
Like motion, just like the waves in the ocean I got next, let's run tag teams
That's a hood, crackuhs dream
Drop low, drop low, drop low, drop low, drop low
Drop low, trap god, get low, get low, get low
Trap god, get low, get low, get low Trap god, get low, where the hoes, where the
Hoes Trap god, where the hoes, trap god
Trap god, where the hoes, get low, get low Trap god, where the hoes, trap god
Where the hoes, trap god, get low
I'm the trap god, I do what I want and what I say
She saying bitch f*ck you, how bout you f*ck me
Ooh, mm, do it on a Tuesday night cause I'm lucky
Like I, like I just won the lottery You want a piece of me, you can get a lot
Of me, mm And would you rather f*ck your best friend
Or a thot
Get low, trap god, say, get low Trap god, say, get low, get low
Trap god said, get low, get low Trap god said, won't you get low, won't you
Get low, mm, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
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Writer: william wells
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Language: English
Length: 3:46
Written by: william wells

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