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Booby Trap

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(Zaytoven)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (We got London on the track)
Ayy

Making up my mind
I need two hoes at a time
Then I told her ass,
"Forget it 'cause I seen that shit on Reddit"
I ain’t got no time to block
All my broskies keep a mop
And I keep one right beside me, go to Elliot a lot
My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit
I treat Booby Trap like Starlets,
hundred thousand on a car
Got Chanel prints on my joggers,
I don't even need a stylist
Huh, yeah, okay, okay

Call the bank, pull up the Brink's
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain’t got no time to link up
Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind,
throw two hundred at a time
Usеd to be in projects, now I'm making projects
Usеd to be in the PJs, now I'm stuck to the PJ

I can tell what's on your mind, Illuminati,
got three eyes
If I pull up with my guys, we ain't comin' here to fight
Word to mother, we gon’ win,
you know London, that’s my twin
And I keep Jeffery on my mind,
free Thugger, that's my slime
Free V12 and Montana out the motherfuckin’-
You know I've been bangin' since Santana,
used to rock them bandanas
To the side, baby, talk to me nice
Book a flight, if you don't let me hit,
I’m sending you back, night
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap,
I'm throwing a bag, night
The way she took my soul,
it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bustin'
like a disco ball, we bring the lights out
Hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a fuckin'
thief at night now

Call the bank, pull up the Brink's
Might buy you a Cuban,
I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars,
I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind,
throw two hundred at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm making projects
Used to be in the PJs, now I'm stuck to the PJ