Lil Wayne - Trap House lyrics

Ooh yeah little Tunechi got it jumping like Jordan These p**y a** n***as can't guard me These rookie a** n***as still crawling These looking a** n***as eye balling These hooking a** b**hes eye balling But I got a bad b**h at home cooking dinner Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starving These crooked a** cops still winning Black man family still mourning Black president ain't do nothing We need a real n***a up in that office Got the White House jumping like Jordan Got the crack house jumping like Jordan I want my new house bigger than Jordan's With a backyard bigger than a forest Like "ooh!" bedroom jumping like Jordan Hoes at the door and they arguing This dick a super star, they want stardom My life like Bailey and Barnum's These b**hes ain't got no manners These n***as ain't got no standards My b**h ain't got no love handles Boy I'm clippin' that toe on that camel I got b**hes that'll k** for me - Charles Manson s** this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow Ooh, chopper sitting on my lap like the mall Santa n***a shoot you all in your gall bladder Your pallbearers need pallbearers I'm mixing weed like gumbo I knock your head off - fumble Homeboys be cutthroat That sh** got me with a lump throat But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley Young Money was my best investment Going harder than my predecessor I don't break records, I sets the records Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe n***as stab me in the back, I owe 'em Got a house in the hills Now a n***a gotta deal with mountain lions and coyotes See me? I keep that semi And friendly? I can't be friendly Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles You look like Wendy's House in the hills jumping like Jordan I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties Got a b**h over there, and a b**h over there A young n***a starting to feel cornered My LA house jumping like Jordan My Miami house jumping like Jordan Can't forget about my house in New Orleans So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry I want my new b**h titties enormous With a backyard and a pretty garden With a p**y more pink than an orchid Young n***a gonna treat her like a florist I got my side b**h feeling important I got my main b**h feeling immortal I got my ex b**h feeling insulted 'Cause wifey get money like Kimora I got a fine b**h feeling exhausted 'Cause I'ma put this dick on her til tomorrow I'ma pull up on a b**h in a Gallardo Then I'ma take the top off like a barber I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor She's so down with this New World Order f** the sh** out her in a sauna Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton Got a goon named Fernando At the front door of your condo Knock knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho Bad b**h with a nice throat She ice cold and she like hoes Ooh, she just my type These other hoes just typos Young n***a coming back like Jordan So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry Yeah, a n***a had to go back to the stash But a n***a stash like James Harden Young n***a drank lean like water Young n***a smoke weed like Marley Young n***a on the moon like Warren Young n***a on this sh** like Charmin Ooh my b**h got a rack, Dolly Parton f** her all night long to some Marvin Fall asleep in the p**y good lawdy Woke up in a new Bugatti, good morning Young n***a got guns, good luck Nina Ross say "Me so horny" Lil Tunechi at the top its so lonely Got fat pockets, never bony I'm with a model b**h she so bony I done shook sh** up, its so foamy I just cooked this up its still hot You could still smell the kitchen on me n***a I have your homies singing, damn I miss my homie I got a mountain of weed I got a mountain of cash I got mountains like Wyoming I got a bad b**h and she foreign She always mad with me, I'm sorry She say damn why you can't call me 'Cause they be taxing for that roaming She a tan b**h, she orange I can't stand a snitching informant n***as cook crack on a Foreman While y'all boys was still sparring, uhh This that Sorry for the Wait 2 Tell the dead homies you pray to you're on your way too That the truth is hard to swallow, you got fake juice Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh Got the gas out shooting like Jordan I put your homeboy face on a t-shirt And put your own face on a milk carton Busy, I've been so busy Ain't even got time for quickies That's why my b**h been so b**hy I'm outchea tryin' to get me I'm coming back out jumping like Jordan I'm so sorry for the wait, I'm tardy I wrote a letter to my competition It started off with: Dearly Departed Hippie, I be so trippy Give her p**y a hicky I hope she ain't strictly dickly So we can menage to Nicki, oohh