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City Girls - Trap Star Lyrics

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City Girls - Trap Star Lyrics




I got that million-dollar pussy (yeah)
And a million-dollar nigga (yeah)
Got a million-dollar budget (yeah)
F*ck him right, it could get bigger (ow)
Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit
And I ain't tryna miss out worrying 'bout now hating ass bitch (period)

I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (tap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (told y'all)
Got your nigga in the back with his hands all over (woo)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law

Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha?
Where the d-boys at?
Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (where they at)
I know them hoes be hating, but I don't f*ck with 'em
His money looking funny
On to another nigga (period)
Different foreign's outside, all push-start
Get what I want out these niggas, then I cut 'em off (bye)
'Cause you know it ain't shit free
And plus a bitch got options
All these niggas wanna f*ck me
Breaking bread, I'm on that dick just like a NASCAR (ow)
Let him touch it in the wraith so I can see the stars
Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (at all)
Let him eat it, when he hungry he got a lockjaw (period)

Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm lookin' for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I-I-I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
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I got that million-dollar pussy (yeah)
And a million-dollar nigga (yeah)
Got a million-dollar budget (yeah)
F*ck him right, it could get bigger (ow)
Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit
And I ain't tryna miss out worrying 'bout now hating ass bitch (period)

I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (tap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (told y'all)
Got your nigga in the back with his hands all over (woo)
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm looking for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law

Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha?
Where the d-boys at?
Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (where they at)
I know them hoes be hating, but I don't f*ck with 'em
His money looking funny
On to another nigga (period)
Different foreign's outside, all push-start
Get what I want out these niggas, then I cut 'em off (bye)
'Cause you know it ain't shit free
And plus a bitch got options
All these niggas wanna f*ck me
Breaking bread, I'm on that dick just like a NASCAR (ow)
Let him touch it in the wraith so I can see the stars
Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (at all)
Let him eat it, when he hungry he got a lockjaw (period)

Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
Real girls get down on the floor (yeah)
Baby, why you staring?
'Cause you know you want a ho
I'm lookin' for a trap star (trap star)
To pull up in that foreign
That's a NASCAR (skrt, skrt)
To these little bitches I'm a rap star (rap star)
I-I-I f*ck him 'til he broke
Then take the cast off (cast off)
And then I dash off, that's law
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