Real Addresses Lyrics - Tory Lanez

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 

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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 

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