Trapstar (feat. Black Rose, El J£F£ & God's Stunna)

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MiLes Ethereal

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Money comes first then punani
I like a big back on a brownie
Cute, cute pretty face Barbie
Money, money money comes first then puna
MiLes on this
I make em pop like trapstar Yeah I party like gangsta
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
I Make it pop like ah rockstar
Real hot gal only f*ck wid di gangster
Pretty cute face I'm a rap star
Bid body Benz watch it shake like water
These nigga ain't fucking wid me
Got hittas in ever city wid da pumpy
Wid my gal dem catching flights to any country
We get litty we looking pretty in full quantity
Top gal I'm Bloodclart boss
Any Stage show I mash it up das a must!
Doing up my dance All over TikTok
Hot gal ting noh time too switch up
Bad gal Ah talk sit down
Si mi titty dem firm back round
Yard ting mi nuh f*ck wid gal clown
Niggas eye f*ck me anytime I touch down!
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
They only respect Highness bad moving in silence
Black bitch, white bitch sitting on my black Benz
More money lifestyle living life lavish 5 star
Looking all these girls dressing sexy my speck
Some are looking snappy in skirt
Popping bottles in her breast
A quick turn to my table lap dance on my desk,
I was convinced her panties is red boxers full of sperm
Just wanna give her a quicky
Tell her to ben-ben, ben-ben
So I can shift well and bang bang
They make i pop while they while pop
They make i drunk they still wanna pour more
They make trap while they traps
But i let it go let it go
Am a gangstar they didn't know
They never see my hands down
Am Ethereal, Rockstar
I'm just tryna give back what I owe mines
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
Bruddas on you know I really feed the streets and
I got some baddies making more than what you do a week
And I ain't buying her a berkin if she ain't twerking
You won't even get to see me if we ain't working
This lil baddie be helping me file my taxes
If you ain't riding then why would I give you access
Dirty sprites what I'm sipping in this paper cup
I just wanna lick the chocolate of you like it's hazelnut
Guiseppeas on my feet and I ain't worried if I rough em up
Had to let the runner go I knew I that he wernt tough enough
Niggas think there bad and end up dying for the block
Judge had me remanded wifey crying on spot
It's straight life If I get a brudda gone
it's like you should've know better
But I was brought up in the slums
it's been us against the world for the time
I'm just tryna give back what I owe mines
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja
My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

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