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Make tha Trap Say Aye by OJ da Juicemanالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Make tha Trap Say Aye by OJ da Juiceman

     

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Ok ok
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi,
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment

[Chorus: x2]
Quarter Brick, half a brick,
Whole brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound,
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)

[Gucci Mane]
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working [Repeat: x3]
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off the forklift
The way my blood kicking ya think he had a black belt
My scale so big big boy can weight its damn self
2000 pounds of mid I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my vette is
My no. 1 loner ass ain't from Texas
A quarter mill man the medas and the vespid
I'm sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a desert
I sack a ounce up before I sold a record
He wont a brick I told him meet me by the checker
I sack a pound up before I sold a raptor
He want a bet I told him meet me by the checker

[Chorus: x2]

[Oj Da Juice Man]
I'm booming I'm bunking I'm serving all the bass
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young juice man and my life is the Japerz
Wit stupid fruity crazy swag jumping in yo lader
Banana donk Chevy interior like the lakers
Lebron James wrist when I'm fucking with yaper
Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper wake up
Booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
(half a brick whole brick got me buying jacobs
Bourbon shoes walking in the head and the
Gators)repeat all in parenthesis x2

[Chorus: x2]

[Oj Da Juice Man]
Young juice man god dammit im da shit [Repeats]

Writer : DAVIS, RADRIC / WILLIAMS, OTIS / DOTSON, XAVIER
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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