Lil’ Wayne – Trap House Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Oh yeah little Tunechi got it jumpin’ like Jordan

These pussy ass niggas can’t guard me

These rookie ass niggas still crawling

These lookin’ ass niggas eye ballin’

These hooking ass bitches I’m balling

But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner

Hi honey, I’m home, I’m starving

These crooked ass cops still winning

Black mad family still mourning

Black president ain’t do nothing

We need a real nigga up in that office

Got the White House jumping like Jordan

Got the crack house jumping like Jordan

I want my new house bigger than Jordan’s

With a backyard bigger than the forest

Like "ooh!" bear I’m jumping like Jordan

Hoes at the door and they arguing

This dick is a super star, they want stardom

My life like Bailey and Barnum

These bitches ain’t got no manners

These niggas ain’t got no standards

My bitch ain’t got no love handles

Boy I’m clippin’ that toe on that camel

I got bitches that’ll kill for me, Charles Manson

Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow

Chopper sitting on my lap like the mall Santa

Nigga shoot you all in your gall bladder

Your pallbearers need pallbearers

I’m mixing weed like gumbo

I knock your head-off rambo

Homeboys be cutthroat

That shit got me with a lump throat

But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley

Young Money was my best investment

Going harder than my predecessor

I don’t break records, I set records

Lil Tunechi got me back like Kobe

Niggas stab me in the back I owe ’em

Got a house on the hills

Now a nigga gotta deal with mountain lions and coyote

See me? I keep that Semi, and friendly? I can’t be friendly

Freckles them bullet holes look like freckles you look like Wendy’s

Cops in the hills jumping like Jordan

I can’t swim but I’m throwing pool parties

Got a bitch over there and a bitch over there

A young nigga starting to feel cornered

My la house jumpin like Jordan

My Miami House jumping’ like Jordan

Can’t forget about my house in New Orleans

So, sorry for the wait, I’m sorry

I want my new bitch titties enormous

With a backyard and a pretty garden

With a pussy more pink than an orchid

Young nigga gonna treat her like a florist

I got my side bitch feeling important

I got my main bitch feeling immortal

I got my ex bitch feeling insulted

Cause wifey get money like Kimora

I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted

Cause Imma put this dick on her till tomorrow

Imma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo

Then Imma take the top off like a barber

I go down and kiss, I Pearl Harbor

She’s so down with this New World Order

Fuck the shit outta her in a sauna

Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton

Got a goon named Fernando

At the front door of your Condo

Knock knock, who’s there? He don’t care, he’s physco

Bad bitch with a nice throat

She ice cold and she likes hoes

Oooh, she just my type

These other hoes just typos

Young nigga coming back like Jordan

So sorry for the wait, I’m sorry

Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash

But a nigga stache like James Harden

Young nigga drink lean like water

Young nigga smoke weed like Marley

Young nigga on the moon like Warren

Young nigga on his shit like a charmin

My bitch got a rack like Dolly Parton

Fuck her all night [?]

Fall asleep in the pussy good lordy

Woke up in a new bugatti good morning

Young nigga got guns goodluck

Nina ross say me so horny

Lil Tunechi at the top its so lonely

Got bad pockets never-roni

I’m with a model bitch she so bony

Got to shook shoot up its so foamy

I just cooked this up its still hot

You could still smell the kitchen on me

Nigga I have your homies singing damn I miss my homie

I got a mountain of weed

I got a mountain of cash

I got mountains like Wyoming

I got a bad bitch and she foreign

She always mad with me I sorry

She say damn why you can’t call me

Cuz they be taxing for that roamin’

She a tan bitch she orange

I can’t stand a snitch an informant

Niggas cook crack on a Forman while you all boys was still sparing ohh

This that Sorry for the Wait 2

Tell the dead homies you pray to you’re on your way too

That the truth is hard to swallow you got fake juice

Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ohh

Got the gas out shootin’ like Jordan

I put your homeboy face on a t-shirt

And put your own face on a milk carton

Busy, I’ve been so busy

Ain’t even have time for quickies

That’s why my bitch been so bitchy

I’m outchea tryin’ to get me

I’m coming back out jumping like I’m Jordan

I’m sorry for the wait I’m tardy

I wrote a letter to my competition

It started off with dearly departed

Hippie I be so trippy

Give her pussy a hicky

I hope she ain’t strictly dickly

So we can menage to Nicki, ohh