Booby Trap (Slowed Down)
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(Zaytoven)
Huh, huh
Huh, huh
Yeah
(We got London on the track, ayy)
Makin' 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 blog, all my broskis 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 Starlet's, hunnid thousand on a carpet
Got Chanel prints on my joggers, I don't even need a stylist
Huh, yeah, okay, okay
Call a bank, pull up the Brinks
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got St. Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call her darlin', now I go to Starlet's
When I wanna clear my mind, go two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now it's off 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
I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime
Free V12 and Montana out the motherfuckin'
You know I 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 sendin' you back tonight
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' a bag tonight
The way she took my soul, it's like she tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds glisten like a disco ball
We bring the lights out
Hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' thief at night
Call a bank, pull up the Brinks
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got St. Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call her darlin', now I go to Starlet's
When I wanna clear my mind, go two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now it's off to the PJ