Lyrics Otscamo – Trapstars

Trapstars Lyrics – Otscamo

Singer: Otscamo
Title: Trapstars

Cash on my body
Trackhawk 4 seat fore’ we caught bodies
Fore’ we caught hommies
Now shawty she tweakin’ she off of that molly now she wanna drop it and

I hit the dentist he iced out my teeth
Gueette the chain and that fit from Alyx
I will not hit if that hoe she a treesh
But shawty a hotty model get behind it

Killing the beats yeah that sh#t be my hobby
Got yo’ death in my notebook shinigami
I got yo’ hoe in the hotel lobby
Beat it like rocky that sh#t getttin’ sloppy and

I’m kickin’ n#gg#s I feel like I’m Yagi
Like that sh#t karate
I do it they copy and

Hop in SRT addin mileage

Oh where they skill at I cant find it?
Yo b#tch gon’hop on the dick and she ride it

I was up late night b#tch I was grindin’
You is a b#tch n#gg# you define it
I feel like Fetty my verse they rewind it
Seeing confetti the check went and signed it

Ice on my neck leavin’ these b#tches blinded
Get to this money I’m runnin’ it up
f#ck on yo’ bit’ yeah yo’ bit’ she a sl#t
Came to the crib and she suckin’ me up

Walked in this party yo’ b#tch is my plus [Walked in this party yo’ b#tch is my plus
n#gg# talk crazy got punched in the gut
Uppin’ my blick yes I’m ready to cut
Uppin’ my stick yeah I’m ready to bust

Sonning this n#gg# ain’t nun’ to discuss
Get to the paper that money a must
Dont f#ck with these n#gg#s I really lost trust
n#gg#s is lame so its time to adjust

f#ckin’ yo’ b#tch yeah I got in her guts
Feel like I’m Manny I’m smokin’ the runtz
Add it up stack it up running my money up b#tch when she back it up uh
Styrofoam cup and I pour it up uh

f#ck it up rack it up uh
All of my dead opps they going up adding up uh
Chasin’ that bag and I stack it up uh
All of my hoes in rotation I f#ck then I go to the next yea I’m switchin’ it up

I’m finna’ let my gun blow
Shootin’ the opps and then f#ckin’ my hoe
Shoot any n#gg# that want it I send him to heaven turn him to a f#ckin’ angel
These racks go from the head to the toe

Dont diss me you gon’ start a gun show
XLK we be toting them poles
Got sk’s and these big dracos
Cash on my body

Trackhawk 4 seat fore’ we caught bodies
Fore’ we got hommies
Now shawty she tweakin’ she off of that molly now she wanna drop it and
I hit the dentist he iced out my teeth

Gueette the chain and that fit from Alyx
I will not hit if that hoe she a treesh
But shawty a hotty model get behind it
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Trapstars – English Translation

Cash on my body
Trackhawk 4 seat fore’ we caught bodies
Fore’ we caught hommies
Now shawty she tweakin’ she off of that molly now she wanna drop it and

I hit the dentist he iced out my teeth
Gueette the chain and that fit from Alyx
I will not hit if that hoe she a treesh
But shawty a hotty model get behind it

Killing the beats yeah that sh#t be my hobby
Got yo’ death in my notebook shinigami
I got yo’ hoe in the hotel lobby
Beat it like rocky that sh#t getttin’ sloppy and

I’m kickin’ n#gg#s I feel like I’m Yagi
Like that sh#t karate
I do it they copy and

Hop in SRT addin mileage

Oh where they skill at I cant find it?
Yo b#tch gon’hop on the dick and she ride it

I was up late night b#tch I was grindin’
You is a b#tch n#gg# you define it
I feel like Fetty my verse they rewind it
Seeing confetti the check went and signed it

Ice on my neck leavin’ these b#tches blinded
Get to this money I’m runnin’ it up
f#ck on yo’ bit’ yeah yo’ bit’ she a sl#t
Came to the crib and she suckin’ me up

Walked in this party yo’ b#tch is my plus [Walked in this party yo’ b#tch is my plus
n#gg# talk crazy got punched in the gut
Uppin’ my blick yes I’m ready to cut
Uppin’ my stick yeah I’m ready to bust

Sonning this n#gg# ain’t nun’ to discuss
Get to the paper that money a must
Dont f#ck with these n#gg#s I really lost trust
n#gg#s is lame so its time to adjust

f#ckin’ yo’ b#tch yeah I got in her guts
Feel like I’m Manny I’m smokin’ the runtz
Add it up stack it up running my money up b#tch when she back it up uh
Styrofoam cup and I pour it up uh

f#ck it up rack it up uh
All of my dead opps they going up adding up uh
Chasin’ that bag and I stack it up uh
All of my hoes in rotation I f#ck then I go to the next yea I’m switchin’ it up

I’m finna’ let my gun blow
Shootin’ the opps and then f#ckin’ my hoe
Shoot any n#gg# that want it I send him to heaven turn him to a f#ckin’ angel
These racks go from the head to the toe

Dont diss me you gon’ start a gun show
XLK we be toting them poles
Got sk’s and these big dracos
Cash on my body

Trackhawk 4 seat fore’ we caught bodies
Fore’ we got hommies
Now shawty she tweakin’ she off of that molly now she wanna drop it and
I hit the dentist he iced out my teeth

Gueette the chain and that fit from Alyx
I will not hit if that hoe she a treesh
But shawty a hotty model get behind it
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net

Lyrics Otscamo – Trapstars

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