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Trap (feat. OG KinKin & JoJo) Video (MV)






Lakeside Boyz - Trap (feat. OG KinKin & JoJo) Lyrics
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(Bolo on the beat hoe)
Just hit a panda, shut yo' mouth, obey propaganda
Excuse my manners, just plan my shit like wedding planners
Don't know the lingo, 5-in-a-row she yelling bingo!
That Christmas jingle, cheat on your girl if you wanna be single
Lakeside the best, elbow your ass like Ron Artest
That Fergie flow, scream and shout if you making that dough
Yeah I got that flow, J-Boogie and Kin you already know
I'm in the zone
Play no games don't hit up my phone
Uber eats, hit up Chuck he run the streets
I'm out this bitch, f*ck you up you try to snitch
I don't want money I need it
I took your girl and I beat it
Riding in a Coupe, two seated
We don't want you cuz you cheated
First feature, but I'm not new
Looking sick, yeah not the flu
Good Grads was the old me
These snakes try to control me
I only change, I don't switch
Flip-flop, nigga you's a bitch
You don't got drip, you don't flex
Counting up, all these checks
We keep it moving, we keep it steady
Flex zone, no Eddie's
Lakeside Boyz we coming ready
Making moves, you not ready
I don't drop bars I make 'em
Spin moves, yeah we shake 'em
You put the cap in cappin'
We don't got time to be trappin'
We big hitters like Ray Rice
We not new, we not nice
Getting money everyday
Stack it up, getting paid
Never quitting this rap game
Without us, it won't be the same
Shoutout to the King running L.A
But in EG we here to stay
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(Bolo on the beat hoe)
Just hit a panda, shut yo' mouth, obey propaganda
Excuse my manners, just plan my shit like wedding planners
Don't know the lingo, 5-in-a-row she yelling bingo!
That Christmas jingle, cheat on your girl if you wanna be single
Lakeside the best, elbow your ass like Ron Artest
That Fergie flow, scream and shout if you making that dough
Yeah I got that flow, J-Boogie and Kin you already know
I'm in the zone
Play no games don't hit up my phone
Uber eats, hit up Chuck he run the streets
I'm out this bitch, f*ck you up you try to snitch
I don't want money I need it
I took your girl and I beat it
Riding in a Coupe, two seated
We don't want you cuz you cheated
First feature, but I'm not new
Looking sick, yeah not the flu
Good Grads was the old me
These snakes try to control me
I only change, I don't switch
Flip-flop, nigga you's a bitch
You don't got drip, you don't flex
Counting up, all these checks
We keep it moving, we keep it steady
Flex zone, no Eddie's
Lakeside Boyz we coming ready
Making moves, you not ready
I don't drop bars I make 'em
Spin moves, yeah we shake 'em
You put the cap in cappin'
We don't got time to be trappin'
We big hitters like Ray Rice
We not new, we not nice
Getting money everyday
Stack it up, getting paid
Never quitting this rap game
Without us, it won't be the same
Shoutout to the King running L.A
But in EG we here to stay
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Writer: Emilio Anaya, Joaquin Campos, Johnathan Rocha, Jordan Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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