Walker Extreme - Trapstars

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Cooling rockstar jeans got too much
Trapstars, lots of bands baddies wanna fuck
Sky is the limit, count cash no limit
Woah better days i run it up

Now cruising down the street, pouring 4’s fucking hoes
Finna point at you, choppers let it blow
Trapstars finessing (ah)
Mouth full of gold, came in glowing

Ahh i know i got too much, in that maserati i just pulled off
Trapstars do this on the daily, wit the gang you can’t hang wit us

Woke up malibu shopping bags ooh
Now i skrt off got money bags ooh (yeah money bags)
Feelin’ lucky trapping pounds plus promethazine too
Stunt on a broke bitch, uh who the fuck is you

I got pints on pints blazing purple pounds
Stuck in a dream, woah just wanna rock n roll
Deep em them guts, lil bitch tatted
Riding slow
Got her wet like a pool, my diamond ooh ooh

Vvs got that, lotta smoke behind that
Dollar signs what i make, every time when i rap
Trapstars, pushing fast cars
My chain, blind a bitch like shooting stars (yuh aye)

{hook}
Cooling rockstar jeans got too much
Trapstars, lots of bands baddies wanna fuck
Sky is thе limit, count cash no limit
Woah better days i run it up

Superstars cash flow, to bе exact
Party wonderland, got all these hoes that’s a wrap
Trapping advance to rapping
I came in shining, so much bling

I just met a bad bitch, she wanna put on my ice
Blue hunnids got the dough, luv me cause’ i’m shining
Strip club, i finna fuck it up
Yeah got em bitches star struck

Matte black in the back saks fifth
Cause’ whole gang trapstars we got diamonds on our wrist
New money, new drip we on the same shit
Wanna end me? i got shooters they don’t miss

Ahh i know i got too much, in that maserati i just pulled off
Trapstars do this on the daily, wit the gang you can’t hang wit us

{hook}
Cooling rockstar jeans got too much
Trapstars, lots of bands baddies wanna fuck
Sky is the limit, count cash no limit
Woah better days i run it up
(walker, you made this?)