Trap House Gucci Mane

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[Intro]
In the Trap house, in the Trap House, in the Trap House
Gucci Mane Check It

[Chorus]
Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my lifestyle extravagant
I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well goddamn Gucci cocky then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
"Gucci ain't shit.", Bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy
In My Trap House smokin' bubba kushie

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