Tyga - Trap p**y lyrics

(Verse 1) I’m a trap ni**a and I need trap pu**y Had a white bi**h but the ho kept snitching Pull up in a Benz, you Uber in a Civic No fingerprints but I finger bang the pu**y Flipper, I’m Gucci, I’m Louis, I’m Groovy Your homie, your girlfriend’s a groupie She opened up her mouth so wide, scary movie Went to 7-11, she begging for a slurpie F**k her in the car, drop her off at Wendy’s Ride no tint, I just seen the enemy It’s 2 AM, somebody got shot When ni**as getting money, ni**as wanna call the cops I get it a lot, I get it a lot I’m looking like a dope dealer, fresh off the pot Lobster tail for my eighties bi**hes Fat Burger for my nineties bi**hes Don’t be tripping you get all the attention Them long a** legs but the pu**y terrific I must admit it, put my tongue up in it Ocean’s eleven, the pipe be leaking Ice cream man with the sprinkle filling Make my bi**hes sisters, now we call them Pippen Maestros, I’m the master splinter Dick too big, told her scream in a pillow F**k it, I’m illing, f**king sicko Super model, she a super nympho (Chorus) I’m a trap ni**a and I need trap pu**y I get it a lot I’m a trap ni**a and I need trap pu**y I get it a lot…trap pu**y I’m a trap ni**a and I need trap pu**y I get it a lot…trap pu**y I’m a trap ni**a…yeah… I’m a trap ni**a and I need trap pu**y (Verse 2) Cherry on top, whip cream in the middle Expect like a tempo, I’ll put two in your temple Pimping our mental was easy like rentals My car game, drive away like limos I told the bi**h, don’t come back If the check ain’t twice what I spent on gas Fifteen thou for the private jet, don’t gasp I like my new bi**h but the s**t won’t last Ha, I’m just being realistic Get d**k, get dismissed, it’s just business Personal, we don’t get intricate Shout out my ex, I been meeting bi**hes Yeah, I put that on wax You a rat, it’s a trap Cheese bar at the bank, I snatch Brand new, I still wear the tags She looking over here like daddy back I’m the ghost daddy, ride the Phantom black Ha, Santa black, my gifts in fact Pu**y and gats with F**king her tummy flat, skeet on her back Eww, nasty ni**a, stay with the raps Never chase that bi**h again Ha, f**k it then, let’s get it man Put you in your place like Running Man Bi**h I’m the sh**, had to s**t on em again Haha, and again (Repeat Chorus)