Lil Wayne - Trap House Lyrics
[Verse 1]Oh yeah little Tunechi got it jumpin' like JordanThese ***** ass niggas can't guard meThese rookie ass niggas still crawlingThese lookin' ass niggas eye ballin'These hooking ass *****es I'm ballingBut I got a bad ***** at home cooking dinnerHi honey, I'm home, I'm starvingThese crooked ass cops still winningBlack mad family still mourningBlack president ain't do nothingWe need a real nigga up in that officeGot the White House jumping like JordanGot the crack house jumping like JordanI want my new house bigger than Jordan'sWith a backyard bigger than the forestLike "ooh!" bear I'm jumping like JordanHoes at the door and they arguingThis dick is a super star, they want stardomMy life like Bailey and BarnumThese *****es ain't got no mannersThese niggas ain't got no standardsMy ***** ain't got no love handlesBoy I'm clippin' that toe on that camelI got *****es that'll kill for me, Charles MansonSuck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrowChopper sitting on my lap like the mall SantaNigga shoot you all in your gall bladderYour pallbearers need pallbearersI'm mixing weed like gumboI knock your head-off ramboHomeboys be cutthroatThat shit got me with a lump throatBut Tunechi bigger than Elvis PresleyYoung Money was my best investmentGoing harder than my predecessorI don't break records, I set recordsLil Tunechi got me back like KobeNiggas stab me in the back I owe 'emGot a house on the hillsNow a nigga gotta deal with mountain lions and coyoteSee me? I keep that Semi, and friendly? I can't be friendlyFreckles them bullet holes look like freckles you look like Wendy'sCops in the hills jumping like JordanI can't swim but I'm throwing pool partiesGot a ***** over there and a ***** over thereA young nigga starting to feel corneredMy la house jumpin like JordanMy Miami House jumping' like JordanCan't forget about my house in New OrleansSo, sorry for the wait, I'm sorryI want my new ***** titties enormousWith a backyard and a pretty gardenWith a ***** more pink than an orchidYoung nigga gonna treat her like a floristI got my side ***** feeling importantI got my main ***** feeling immortalI got my ex ***** feeling insultedCause wifey get money like KimoraI got a fine ***** feeling exhaustedCause Imma put this dick on her till tomorrowImma pull up on a ***** in a GallardoThen Imma take the top off like a barberI go down and kiss, I Pearl HarborShe's so down with this New World Order***** the shit outta her in a saunaSweat her hair out, she look like Al SharptonGot a goon named FernandoAt the front door of your CondoKnock knock, who's there? He don't care, he's physcoBad ***** with a nice throatShe ice cold and she likes hoesOooh, she just my typeThese other hoes just typosYoung nigga coming back like JordanSo sorry for the wait, I'm sorryYeah, a nigga had to go back to the stashBut a nigga stache like James HardenYoung nigga drink lean like waterYoung nigga smoke weed like MarleyYoung nigga on the moon like WarrenYoung nigga on his shit like a charminMy ***** got a rack like Dolly Parton***** her all night [?]Fall asleep in the ***** good lordyWoke up in a new bugatti good morningYoung nigga got guns goodluckNina ross say me so hornyLil Tunechi at the top its so lonelyGot bad pockets never-roniI'm with a model ***** she so bonyGot to shook shoot up its so foamyI just cooked this up its still hotYou could still smell the kitchen on meNigga I have your homies singing damn I miss my homieI got a mountain of weedI got a mountain of cashI got mountains like WyomingI got a bad ***** and she foreignShe always mad with me I sorryShe say damn why you can't call meCuz they be taxing for that roamin'She a tan ***** she orangeI can't stand a snitch an informantNiggas cook crack on a Forman while you all boys was still sparing ohhThis that Sorry for the Wait 2Tell the dead homies you pray to you're on your way tooThat the truth is hard to swallow you got fake juiceEven Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ohhGot the gas out shootin' like JordanI put your homeboy face on a t-shirtAnd put your own face on a milk cartonBusy, I've been so busyAin't even have time for quickiesThat's why my ***** been so *****yI'm outchea tryin' to get meI'm coming back out jumping like I'm JordanI'm sorry for the wait I'm tardyI wrote a letter to my competitionIt started off with dearly departedHippie I be so trippyGive her ***** a hickyI hope she ain't strictly dicklySo we can menage to Nicki, ohh
