[Intro:]
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Trap house bunkin
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Trap house mansion
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I don't flesh out
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Exiting
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The parts I know falling
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Yeah, scuba!
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I'm putting foes in shit, I need it, just put the deuce in
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Car cost four hundred dollars, I put a roof in
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My nigga pot, cooking so good, he put his shoe in.
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Nigga, it's a gangsta part, what fuck is you in?
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Hey, bossing microwave shit, then taking too many
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They know that it's some scrubs in the club, they let my crew in it.
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I might just do the micro big man and cook your lil fence
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If you ain't talking about buying grounds, then I'm a dove man
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I can make the dope do numbers, that states the art man
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I told my bitch that her to dye her hair read like Dany Robin
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If Gucci man had so much money, then why he robbing?
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We do the deed, we cover the street,
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Nigga, we mobbing!
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Trap House Bunkin
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Gucci Mane |