Young Jeezy - Trap Flies Lyrics

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i was chillin n da hood should i say da trap

Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at

Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin

Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million

In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man

Gotta in come tax check n she spent 3 grand

Keepa str8 shoota da gurl got it bad

Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads

Dont be cursin at my grandma watch ya mufuckin mouth

See me n da street dont be cumin 2 her house

There go robin ass carlos i pay him no mind

Last nigga tried 2 get shot his ass 4x

Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine

Him and dem niggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine

Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static

50 round clip n its fully automatic

Fresh outta work so im baggin up mo'

Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe

Aint dis boutta bitch

Hit da corner burnin

Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30

So now im at my aunt's house i need 2 use da kitchen

No matta what i give her she be mufuckin trippin

She ask 4 800 hundred i gave her what i got

My shit aint where i put who been fuckin wit my pot?

She said nobody

I said i cant tell she said its over there witcha' bags an ya' scale gotta h-town plate first thing n da moanin'

Headed 2 his front doe b4 da nigga start yawnin'

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I was cillin n da hood should i say da trap

Niggas lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where im at

Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin

Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million

Heard dis nigga buyin' cars man dis mufucka krazi

All dis playin phone tag nigga fuck u pay me

Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin shit gravy

1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy

Plotican wit da hommies all convicted felons

Been 2 prison 6x n aint shit dat u can tellem'

And he rite back at it

Touchdown n december nigga dam near folded still i had 2 gang member first a nigga skool dem

Den i roll da dice went i tell da folks shit i need dem n my life

So now im pickin up my money

Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo'

So i left it like a grand

Dope game bitch u can play if u wanna

Heard da feds snatch lil tony dem' frum round da corner

Heard da nigga got caught wit 2 bricks and a lima

Even picked up his gurl n den they came n got his momma'

Gotta motor y tap shuda' heard it n his tone

Dis crack dummy ass nigga talkin reckless on da phone

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