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Trappin' to Aaliyah (feat. Mr.Rucker) Video (MV)






The Real Purple Haze - Trappin' to Aaliyah (feat. Mr.Rucker) Lyrics




Lines goin for a low number, slow down all through out my drank
This love i have for screw will never change

In da jungle trappin to aaliyah, i cant live wit out u, gotta get the money
Wrote a 4 page letter to the hundreds, one in a million, tryin reach a million
Are u the one because how im feelin, its what ever gotta give it up
Back and forth getting to the bucks, at your best kno that u are love
In the jungle trapping to aaliyah, if ya girl knew she would try agin
Down with the clique tryin get in are u ready shorty dont pretend
In the jungle trapping to aaliyah, timbalands, and a lil beeper
Come on over cause tonight i need u, i care for u but this money deeper

In da jungle need me hit da fran, niggas aint shit when it hit the fan
So im rollin wit a couple bands, gap and parliament, bro what car he in
F*ck da pack up had to try again, come on over, tryin rock boats
Break u down for da guap call
Street things gotta handle business out here baby cause u know the guap talk
Purple come in with that odd ball, steady droppin future sauce off
Mark buster cant find this honey mustard, backwood or corona dutch it
Hydromet or a lil tussin, lines goin for a low number, mud got a cup full of it
Boost me up get plugged in, follow me at whobootydis
There he go wit that goofy shit, take a wrong step get ya koofie lit
I cant stand a lil goofy bitch, like i cant stand a lil moody bitch
Lay down get ya pootie ate, schedule it like a dinner date toss u up view a new locay
My vocational skills past yern linguistic God i aint come to play
Wording flows like modern plays, drankspears, kickin fly shit on faint ears
Really dont matter the bank here, then im same, im sayin

We need a resolution, i dont wanna but i miss u
Dont know what to tell u , never no mo broken nights im in da
Jungle thuggin , and no one knows how to love me
Quite like u do so tonight, ima remix the sprit wit ya heartbeat
Eyes under the car seat, check ya sac first proper business no bad work
I gotta make it back in one piece, so i keep that deep sleep for u street creeps
Slide down on ya set like p.e. i hope ya heat scream
Prior than mine, richard pryor with the lines
Thats drop lets not ever penmen check i
Liquid concave nigga fill the bend in that line
Pullin luxury hits double back benz wen we slide
Mental note that one, str8 from the pharmacy u dont kno packing
Bro back in, go to the cabinet and get yo rations
She ask me why i had the toasty when im dirty riddin
Girl i gotta watch my back cause im not just anybody
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Lines goin for a low number, slow down all through out my drank
This love i have for screw will never change

In da jungle trappin to aaliyah, i cant live wit out u, gotta get the money
Wrote a 4 page letter to the hundreds, one in a million, tryin reach a million
Are u the one because how im feelin, its what ever gotta give it up
Back and forth getting to the bucks, at your best kno that u are love
In the jungle trapping to aaliyah, if ya girl knew she would try agin
Down with the clique tryin get in are u ready shorty dont pretend
In the jungle trapping to aaliyah, timbalands, and a lil beeper
Come on over cause tonight i need u, i care for u but this money deeper

In da jungle need me hit da fran, niggas aint shit when it hit the fan
So im rollin wit a couple bands, gap and parliament, bro what car he in
F*ck da pack up had to try again, come on over, tryin rock boats
Break u down for da guap call
Street things gotta handle business out here baby cause u know the guap talk
Purple come in with that odd ball, steady droppin future sauce off
Mark buster cant find this honey mustard, backwood or corona dutch it
Hydromet or a lil tussin, lines goin for a low number, mud got a cup full of it
Boost me up get plugged in, follow me at whobootydis
There he go wit that goofy shit, take a wrong step get ya koofie lit
I cant stand a lil goofy bitch, like i cant stand a lil moody bitch
Lay down get ya pootie ate, schedule it like a dinner date toss u up view a new locay
My vocational skills past yern linguistic God i aint come to play
Wording flows like modern plays, drankspears, kickin fly shit on faint ears
Really dont matter the bank here, then im same, im sayin

We need a resolution, i dont wanna but i miss u
Dont know what to tell u , never no mo broken nights im in da
Jungle thuggin , and no one knows how to love me
Quite like u do so tonight, ima remix the sprit wit ya heartbeat
Eyes under the car seat, check ya sac first proper business no bad work
I gotta make it back in one piece, so i keep that deep sleep for u street creeps
Slide down on ya set like p.e. i hope ya heat scream
Prior than mine, richard pryor with the lines
Thats drop lets not ever penmen check i
Liquid concave nigga fill the bend in that line
Pullin luxury hits double back benz wen we slide
Mental note that one, str8 from the pharmacy u dont kno packing
Bro back in, go to the cabinet and get yo rations
She ask me why i had the toasty when im dirty riddin
Girl i gotta watch my back cause im not just anybody
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