Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's season nigga
My beating harder than a bass drum
My trap harder than a bass drum
My trap harder than a bass drum
season
Damn son you find that
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These bitches pills like they Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 bowls
I need an extra hand, I needs 3 stoves
I can make it dance, do an
It's your final chance, get your bands
I keep that white girl like a man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in land
My money got a vert, my jump out the gym
Bitches down to they neck, just to look at him
She really like me but she love my rims
Yellow lamborghini color my butter Timbs

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you booms
My goons in the living room
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ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna us
Your ol' lady so proper look at pussy she poppin'
Holiday season
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at pussy she poppin'
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to
When I out my money
Even these hoe watchin'
I hit a lick and went and a wing stop
I sprinkle lemon in that re-rock
I my time I had to build a fortress
Straight flossin' my closet look Walter's
Step out the I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci his money long
Got my bond money, I got my fee
out the BrickSquad, my shoes a quarter key

My trap boomin bitch I swear to God
My boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap
My goons money in the room
My trap boomin hard I swear to God
My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin harder you trap booms
My goons money in the living