What are the lyrics to trapaholic by gucci mane?

Answer 1

cnt post this w/ bad words so i had 2 star them out, sorry

[Sample]

One big room full of bad b**ches

[Hook]

And we stunting like

Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada

Basic b**ches wear that sh*t so I don't even bother

[Verse 1]

Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada

The basic b**ches wear that sh*t, so I don't even bother

I put that on my partner, I put that on my family

Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty

Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown

I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down

B**ch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's

Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving

Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical

See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls

Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost

See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop

I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates

Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate

Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer

I'm snatching all your b**ches at my leisure

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada

I'm lookin like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana

Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk

Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck

I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy

Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be

You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map

My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back

Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter

I'm rolling up my catnip and sh**ting in your litter

Why you looking bitter? I be looking better

The type of b**ch that make you wish that you ain't never met her

The editor, director plus I'm my own boss

So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss

Which means nobody getting over me

I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

[Hook]

[Outro]

Oh, all you basic a** hoes out there

Man I got rooms full of bad b**ches

They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis

We swagging, ehh, meow