Save The Trap Lyrics - Ridin Thru The Trap - Young Jeezy

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car 

And she likes it, ay and she likes it 

Got the city on smash 

Streets on click clock 

Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock 

I'm so materialistic, so well connected 

Just ask about it, so well respected 

Run the streets all day, I don't get no sleep 

Eat at Spondivits four times a week 

Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters 

I'm the real deal these other niggaz impostors 

Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took those sips 

50 in the trunk, yeah, I took those trips 

Keep the white girl, yeah, forever my lady 

Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon 

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I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car 

And she likes it and she likes it 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar 

And she likes it and she likes it 

Slide through the hood, just to check my dough 

Trap-star fresh from head to toe 

From toe to ear the kicks match the cap 

Black T-shirt, yeah, it match the strap 

The stones in the watch, yeah, they match the chain 

New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name 

Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it 

Now, the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it 

Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices 

Nigga, can't you tell I really sold those deuces? 

The squares are white, the tape is black 

The wait is over, the real is back 

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I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car 

And she likes it and she likes it 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar 

And she likes it and she likes it 

Lil' momma wanna holla at a pimp 

My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp 

It ain't hard girl just use ya head 

Slices stacked up, I got Colonial bread 

Now, she off the chain, yeah, she so erotic 

Purple Mango, yeah, it's so exotic 

No punch lines, no riddles 

I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle 

You know me, take the good with the bad 

Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag 

And the chopper came with extra clips 

So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car 

And she likes it and she likes it 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar 

And she likes it and she likes it 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car 

And she likes it and she likes it 

I'm a T R A P S T A R 

Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar 

And she likes it and she likes it