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Woah Serve it to the fuckin' birds I was boolin' with my niggas servin' to the birds Ain't no nigga ain't talk no work yeah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah Trap life, woah, hey Trap life with my goons, hey Trap life with my goons Rarri coupe go vroom Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom Trap life with my goons Trap life with my goons Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom Rarri coupe go vroom Aye, serve lean to the birds I would never tell the world I would never tell a word Gettin' all this money, coutin' all this green, whippin' all the fuckin' work Made it out the fuckin' dirt, tryna get under that skirt Rarri coupe go skurt, yeah Whip that work Made it out the hood now I'm in the burbs Yeah I fucked her, but I had to fuck her sister first Baby girl, show me what that lil pussy worth Gettin' all the money and I'm servin' all the work My swag is superb, you niggas stay lame I'm fly like a crane, doin', I'm doin' my thang, yeah, yeah Gettin' money I'm a trap star Pulled up, livin' life like a rockstar, skurt, skurt Yeah, yeah rarri fast car Pulled up, skurt, skurt, skurt in a nascar, yeah, aye
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