Tap – Ray Vaughn lyrics

Lyrics Tap – Ray Vaughn

Tap lyrics
That’s his head, put some racks on i
Drop a body, double back on it
Pussy good, run a lap on it
Don’t leave the house without my strap on me,
I hear your stories,
but it’s cap on it,
I know the hood, ain’t got a map on me
I hear the beat and sprinkle crack on it,
Faucet water, they got tap on me

I’m supposed to be scared of a DM? (DM)
Nigga, last year, I buried my BM (BM)
My brother just caught him a body
I’m hopin’ that one day they free him
I know real niggas on lock-up (Lock-up)
First-grader book, we do pop-ups (Pop-ups)
That bitch ain’t even got label

But she gon’ still try to shop us (Boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout them niggas who pussy
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the ones with the bags
Don’t give a fuck ’bout them niggas who claimed it
But ain’t never took a step on Locust Ave

See this somethin’ like when the teacher call off
And you come in, ’cause you not in my class
Please, do not let me get down to my last
‘Cause I’ll rip off your head like a fake Gucci bag

That’s his head, put some racks on it
Drop a body, double back on it,
Pussy good, run a lap on it,
Don’t leave the house without my strap on me
I hear your stories, but it’s cap on it
I know the hood, ain’t got a map on me,
I hear the beat and sprinkle crack on it,
Faucet water, they got tap on me

Ayy, look, ayy, look, ayy
God, I can handle my enemies (Enemies)
Just protect me from my friends (Friends)
The same ones that I was feedin’ (Feedin’)
Ended up bitin’ my hand
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Got a drum on me like I’m in a band
Like my dad’s cars, I ain’t never ran (Vroom)
It’s either a pen’ or pick up the pen
I’m set trippin’ and I’m settin’ trends

I know my city like the back of my hand (Back of my hand)
Young nigga tryna stack up the bands (Stack up the bands)
Real nigga, had to cut off my friends (Cut off my friends)
Yeah, test me, you gon’ get an exam

Elmer’s Glue, I had to stick to the plan (Stick to the plan)
You try to cross me, I won’t give you the chance (Yeah, yeah)
Spin his block, then we gon’ hit him again (Yeah, yeah)
He don’t even drink, but he got hit with the can (Grrah, huh)

That’s his head, put some racks on it,
Drop a body, double back on it,
Pussy good, run a lap on it, yeah (Lap)
Don’t leave the house without my strap on me,
I hear your stories, but it’s cap on it, yeah (It’s cap)
I know the hood, ain’t got a map on me
I hear the beat and sprinkle crack on it,
Faucet water, they got tap on meee

Tap – Ray Vaughn lyrics
Tap - Ray Vaughn
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