Nights In Tha Trap lyrics - Bella Harris & Kwxme Sankxrra
Verse One (Bella Harris) Rubberbands on that bank card Play it smart but act dumb That bag red with the Fetty Wap Got Red Bars like I'm Cardi Bun Don't like parties, I don't pop pills Don't sip liquor, I smoke filz Don't fuck with niggas that salt bud Fuc around wit the mic checkers Run around wit the backpackers Dare piss in my lane? Then tell a bitch that I might check her If a nigga bitter, we don't relate All day on that paper chase Mess around and call my set When we come around we don't conversae Spray shells where your lady lay Lie to niggas on your day-to-day But don't fuck on that face-to-face That fake shit that a nigga hate Just deep throat your cheap hoes You don' wanna load that heat tho Cos you don' wanna load that heat ho' Bridge You gon' make me call my connect My connect, my connect, my connect My connect, my connect, my connect Every time I call I collect I collect, I collect, I collect I col
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