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Lyrics
[Verse]
Brick walls talkin’, whispers in the vents
Kitchen stove preach sermons, powder pays the rent
Aluminum foil crowns, kings in a broke palace
Shovelin' dreams, snowplows through the malice
Pocket full of lint, but my scale got weight
Neighbors peekin’ through the blinds, they speculate
Pigeons in the coop, feathers dusted in the sin
Trap house confessionals, that's where it begins
[Chorus]
Fuck a ho, save that trap house
Keep the lights on, ain't no blackout
Whip it, flip it, stack then cash out
Fuck a ho, save that trap house
[Verse 2]
Fumes in the air, call it cologne of the grind
Pastors call me lost, I just call it refined
Got a Bible on the counter, next to the Pyrex
Prayin’ over profit, sin written in the text
Doorbell symphonies, knocks like percussion
Youngins on the corner, street laws, no discussion
Ceilings cracked, but the game stays airtight
Trap house theology, hustle 'til the daylight
[Bridge]
Save it, board it, fortify the kingdom
Dope boy choir, trap gospel, we sing some
Tales from the block, echoes in the rafters
Fuck a ho, it's the house I’m after
Details
GeneratedJul 17, 2025
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, hard-hitting, boom-bap with sharp drum kicks and dark, jazzy samples, gritty
Credits
Prompt byNotePsychedelic804
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A captain save a ho rap called Fuck a ho, save that trap house
