Bitch i ain't broke, but i'm not a baller
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
I hit a lick and get away clean
I used to sell these dummys fake lean
They find a reason to hate on anything
I had to slow it down to chase my dreams
Shit ain't always what it seems
She hate when i be on the beans
I make a day what you make in a month
Duct tape tied up in the trunk
Mob ties they be knowing its us
Remember nights i was stuck in the mud
In a hotel selling drugs
Back then it was just us
Now everybody want to show love
F*ck them all, they get no love
You still a boy, need to grow up
I'm unemployed but i'm no bum
I'm unemployed with a big bag
I f*ck a thot with a big ass
If i got it you can get half
You my brother, you should know that
Looking back, i won't go back
All that shit made a grown man
I remember having no fam
In a trap house with no fan
Bitch i ain't broke, but i'm not a baller
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
Trap House Johnny - Drama Lyrics
Trap House Johnny - Drama Lyrics
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Bitch i ain't broke, but i'm not a baller
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
I hit a lick and get away clean
I used to sell these dummys fake lean
They find a reason to hate on anything
I had to slow it down to chase my dreams
Shit ain't always what it seems
She hate when i be on the beans
I make a day what you make in a month
Duct tape tied up in the trunk
Mob ties they be knowing its us
Remember nights i was stuck in the mud
In a hotel selling drugs
Back then it was just us
Now everybody want to show love
F*ck them all, they get no love
You still a boy, need to grow up
I'm unemployed but i'm no bum
I'm unemployed with a big bag
I f*ck a thot with a big ass
If i got it you can get half
You my brother, you should know that
Looking back, i won't go back
All that shit made a grown man
I remember having no fam
In a trap house with no fan
Bitch i ain't broke, but i'm not a baller
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
I hit a lick and get away clean
I used to sell these dummys fake lean
They find a reason to hate on anything
I had to slow it down to chase my dreams
Shit ain't always what it seems
She hate when i be on the beans
I make a day what you make in a month
Duct tape tied up in the trunk
Mob ties they be knowing its us
Remember nights i was stuck in the mud
In a hotel selling drugs
Back then it was just us
Now everybody want to show love
F*ck them all, they get no love
You still a boy, need to grow up
I'm unemployed but i'm no bum
I'm unemployed with a big bag
I f*ck a thot with a big ass
If i got it you can get half
You my brother, you should know that
Looking back, i won't go back
All that shit made a grown man
I remember having no fam
In a trap house with no fan
Bitch i ain't broke, but i'm not a baller
You should know i don't eat no McDonalds
She want to come through, use her tonsils
She want to cum too, that's no problem
I used to hang around with the robbers
I used to send them off with the drama
Now i sip cappuccino with the artists
I just text Ron English said i'm on it
Writer: Tallon Guinta
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