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Trap Star (feat. Anom) Video (MV)




Performed By: Papi Eros
Length: 3:25
Written by: Adrian Gamboa




Papi Eros - Trap Star (feat. Anom) Lyrics




I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

We both rap but we're very different
All these other niggas all sound the same
They not creative when it comes to game
I asked God why he made you lame
Your weak ass self is the one to blame
I'm messiah to the trap how I changed the game
I f*cked your hoe boohoo what a shame
Bitches get wet when they hear my name

My wrist so icy like that bitch from frozen
I am blessed asf feel like I was chosen
Patron straight thats my choice of poison
I am shark swimming in the f*cking ocean
Syrup in my cup like its ibuprofen
You niggas soft feminine emotions
That bitch my slave talk about devotion
I make her bust that's a big explosion

Jolly Ranchers all in my cup
I am a nasty nigga and she know wassup
Don't waste my time bitch I'm trying f*ck
Must be your day yeah must be your luck
I'm a sick f*ck your pussy I'm trying to suck
In the bathroom in the kitchen in the countertop
Just lick this dick like a lollipop
I beat that pussy no karate chop

These niggas feel lost they got no direction
They listen to my shyt just for inspiration
I guide the game call it Navigation
Making greatest hits is my occupation
I go in deep call it Penetration
Young Papi I am the new sensation
Do it for the hoes that's my motivation
I kill these mothaf*ckas just for recreation

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

You ain't been where I have been
You ain't seen what I have seen
You ain't never held a glock
You don't hold it down for the block
I done been through hell and back
I am talking black on black
Hmmm damn I always got shot
Gun in my face they wanted some stacks
At that point my mind went blank
They wanted money wrapped with the rubber bands
Trying to get me shot that's was the plan
I wrestled hard like a real man
Cus I got a little shorty to feed
They was tryin to get me but I had family to feed

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars
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I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

We both rap but we're very different
All these other niggas all sound the same
They not creative when it comes to game
I asked God why he made you lame
Your weak ass self is the one to blame
I'm messiah to the trap how I changed the game
I f*cked your hoe boohoo what a shame
Bitches get wet when they hear my name

My wrist so icy like that bitch from frozen
I am blessed asf feel like I was chosen
Patron straight thats my choice of poison
I am shark swimming in the f*cking ocean
Syrup in my cup like its ibuprofen
You niggas soft feminine emotions
That bitch my slave talk about devotion
I make her bust that's a big explosion

Jolly Ranchers all in my cup
I am a nasty nigga and she know wassup
Don't waste my time bitch I'm trying f*ck
Must be your day yeah must be your luck
I'm a sick f*ck your pussy I'm trying to suck
In the bathroom in the kitchen in the countertop
Just lick this dick like a lollipop
I beat that pussy no karate chop

These niggas feel lost they got no direction
They listen to my shyt just for inspiration
I guide the game call it Navigation
Making greatest hits is my occupation
I go in deep call it Penetration
Young Papi I am the new sensation
Do it for the hoes that's my motivation
I kill these mothaf*ckas just for recreation

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

You ain't been where I have been
You ain't seen what I have seen
You ain't never held a glock
You don't hold it down for the block
I done been through hell and back
I am talking black on black
Hmmm damn I always got shot
Gun in my face they wanted some stacks
At that point my mind went blank
They wanted money wrapped with the rubber bands
Trying to get me shot that's was the plan
I wrestled hard like a real man
Cus I got a little shorty to feed
They was tryin to get me but I had family to feed

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars

I don't give f*ck who you think are
I am a trap nigga I am trap star
My flow so sweet call em candy bars
We don't pray for Love but we pray for cars
I don't give a f*ck who you think you are
I got plenty of hoes call it cookie jar
These niggas salty got the menopause
We smoke these haters like cuban cigars
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Writer: Adrian Gamboa
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