- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Tory Lanez( Daystar Peterson )
-
Real Addresses
Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses It don't mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
Whipping all this dope look like I'm selling phony All that nigga want that 'Rarri with the bezel on it I see niggas change from friends to end up telling on me I see niggas go from friends to getting jealous on me I see niggas calling shooters and their tail is one me I see niggas get religious when their heir was coming I had to trust the plug sometimes, ain't have no scale up on me Whip a couple liters now Trap house got too hot and now I'm trapping out my fiend's house Had to break the lease tho' And I pray my little niggas just to watch out for police now Cause it look like a four in my kitchen It look like I'm cooking with them zones in my kitchen I'm water whipping, whipping four with my kitchen My niggas Trey he pack a four for you niggas
Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses It don't mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
When my grandma kicked me out the house I said 'Fuck it dawg, I'm 'bout to bounce' I said 'Fuck it dawg, I gots to make it' I said 'Fuck it' Started hustling and got that that six My nigga Shadow he come with that ladder I know some scammers that come with that data Gotta ask 'em how we pull up in a Lambo Shout go out to Dream that Bape and (?) Camo Flexing bitch, I'm in the Lakers I put all my baddest bitches in there favorite fragrance I might fuck a country bitch that got that diner, diner I might make a movie with 'em like I'm Damon Wayans, ya' feel? I might whip the four with my kitchen It look like a nigga selling O's in my kitchen I'm whipping, my reason feel cold in this kitchen And I'm flipping again, where it goes in this kitchen?
Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses It don't mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses
-
|