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Gucci Mane – Make The Trap Ayy Lyrics

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Quarter Brick, half a brick,
whole brick (Aaay!)
Quarter pound, half a pound,
whole pound (Okay!)
100 pillz, 1000 pillz,servin major
weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aay)

im boomin im buggin im servin all them
heads
rap game eazy but da dope game
gravy
young juiceman and my life is the
Jacy
wit stupid fruity crazy swag jumpin in
yo lady
banana donk chevy interior like the
lakers
lebron james wrist when im f*ckin wit the
yaper
hit the trap, stay down watch the paper
rake up
boomin out da house and J’s askin for a
wakeup
(half a brick whole brick got me buyin
jacobs
mauri shoe walkin in da head and da
gators)2x

the twerk in birds in so we
workin

Packin a truck stop a trailer back in
we big flip jug we tote it off the
forklift

the way my plug kick ya think he
had a black belt
my scale so big big boy can weight
his damn self
2000 pounds of mid i sold dat shit my
damn self
washer full of cash dryer full of X
pillz
red rag in my pocket same color my
vette is
my number lower then a ese from
Texas
a quarter mil in the mail as an
investment
a sniper rifle like a soldier in the
desert
a eagle on me boy im known to tote a
desert
i sacked a ounce up before i sold a
record
he want a brick i told him meet me by
the checker
i sack a pound up before i sold a
record
he want a bale i told him meet me by
the checkers

Young juice man god dammit im da
shit
boomin off the chain workin wit 50
bricks
1000 lb. bale tryna make a mega
grip
posted on the Crest wit that 4-5 on my
hip
34-34 tucked behind my
limp
760 dawg, wit the extra
lip
502 donk dawg wit the extra
kick
i got them stupid bags cuz i got that stupid
whip

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