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lirik lagu dixmond esco – trap house

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[intro: dixmond esco]
esco on the beat, n~gga
here we go hoe

[verse 1: dixmond esco]
i’m a beast, n~gga
and b~tch, you do know that
i’m a bachelor, don’t get too attached to me
that’s where we stand
you gon’ let me smash it?
i know that i’m packin’
f~ckin’ with a mask on (mask)
that’s a legend task
we can freak it on the driver’s seat
come on, let me beat it
i like me some swissies (cash)
you know that i’m crafty
all this just a grab and smash
it’s a wrap (wrap it)
i’m the best at trappin’
all these n~ggas actin’
thinkin’ they’ll stab me
motherf~ckers be scammin’
people say i be runnin’ from my life
not knowing i just run from poverty
hold up, you just cappin’ (cap)
that’s why i be laughin’
i got bars
i got flows
i got hoes
i got everythin’ you need
i got b~tches and some weed and its seed
i got leanie dranks
so please, don’t be a creep (don’t)
you just being a leech
don’t make me cause a scene
i’ma ride this beat
like that b~tch ridin’ me like a rodeo
i just hit it time to time
i got no pride
takin’ over like fortnite (epic)
[chorus: dixmond esco]
racks, stacks
chicks, cars
bros, clothes
hoes moan
booty shakin’ on the pole
throw it back, like woah

[verse 2: dixmond esco]
busy in the trap house
that’s a penthouse
don’t be bullsh~ttin’
i don’t deal with no p~ssycats
there’s weed and some codeine
you know i be dominating
i just trap to the core
i don’t need no spouse
they got they downs
i just need the crowd to be screamin’ my name
at the wh0rehouse, that’s where it’s goin’ down
when you walkin’ with the devil
you gon’ get shot with the glock
make that ass drop in the trap house
all these bad b~tches speakin’ spanish
ice on my wrist (wet)
i could do some skatin’
you ain’t dodging my bullets, n~gga
i’m a boss
draco on your ass
caught a n~gga slippin’
all these dead bodies got me trippin’
but i’m still hypin’ up
your life a lowlife
feelin’ fresh all the time
you just like to whine
your girl be a slime
and worth a dime
they used to call me ugly
now they wanna be my baby mommas
bust a cap in a n~gga
being yourself ain’t a crime
don’t be a simp
no beef with the crips
demons skinny dip in blood
f~ck your b~tch in the nighttime
don’t be envious of me
you gon’ get depressed (please)
[chorus: dixmond esco]
racks, stacks
chicks, cars
bros, clothes
hoes moan
booty shakin’ on the pole
throw it back, like woah

[verse 3: dixmond esco]
shoot the block with my glizzy (brr)
get a quicky from a silly b~tch named lilly
pin her on the wall like a poster
it’s too chilly gettin’ fifties, f~ckin’ kitties, suckin’ titties
but this windy city kinda sh~tty
trippy music modern hippies
freaky b~tches lookin’ icy, just like elsa
lose my balance
whip it, dip it
driftin’ beamers (skrt)
freaky b~tches in them tube tops
with them juicy booties shakin’ on the pole
in the trap house, lotta hoes, lotta poles (f~ck!)


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