TrapHouse Blues – Chris Brown

Letra Chris Brown – TrapHouse Blues

Oh, I feel caged in
I don’t know if its the right house or the White House
You know?
You know I’m a somebody, and you’re a nobody and this shit ain’t for everybody
You know, I’m just tryin’ to live

All this coke in my house I know they said sumin’
All this coke in my house I know the feds comin’
All this coke in my house I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up we some cave men
All this coke in my house I know they said sumin’
All this coke in my house I know the feds comin’
All this coke in my house I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up we some cave men

Manson Margiella
All my diamonds marvelous
Mia Beenie, matching Rollies, go them hoes jealous
Luxury, south beatch, shopping sprees
I turn the florida eves to florida keys
Look at me, bitch, look at me
Wrestle with the work
Fat, trap, Booker T
Too legit boy, nappy head, rich boy
I got quarters, I got halfs, I got bricks, boy
You know it’s me, you know my
Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a key
Right wrist, left wrist, yeah all gold
Hit me on a text, baby, I don’t call hoes

Still in love with my Mexican
Texts
Momma I made it, baby been crazy
In the kitchen for ages, just tryna whip a Mercedes
Got hoes in the kitchen
I’m drinkin’ coke, whippin’ coke, bitches sniffin’ coke
I don’t register the vocals, they gon’ hear my voice