Tyga – Trap Pu**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 ass 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
D*ck 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*t, had to s**t on em again
Haha, and again

(Repeat Chorus)

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