Trap House by Briabitch Lyrics

I got my bitches gettin pretty
Back at da trap house
Cook it up break it down
Back at the trap house
Kill a hoe
Burry her
Back at thr trap house
And yeah you kno i fckd yo man
Back at the trap house

(Verse1)
Dont never let a nigga kno where i stay at
I dont play dat
Won't bring no harm here
Dis where my kids lay
Da ak is next to me i make it sound like thunder
Yo bitch ugly without weave lookin like hurriet thumbman
A hoe couldn't compete with me on my worst days
I got my mind on some money while im makin a play
But after that playin ima lay up wit yo nigga but he can't not fuck
He can just eat all on me
Bend over shake dat ass all up in his face
Make sure he give the ass n da pussy a taste
Do you kno who you fuckin with its briabitch
Either take a hoe take a nigga it is what it is
She say she wanna smoke but i just smoke in her face
I be coolin with them heavy weight baggin up 8ths
Whats da price and location bria on the way way
Everyday pay day
Verse 2
Every bitch u see with me she bout it
Given head catchin bodies
Making moves round da city
Ask yo nigga he can't do without me
A boss in the streets but freak in the sheets