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conversations.value: Write me a song called Trap House with the following description: For the third track off of Sorry For The Wait 2, Wayne hops on the instrumental from the Rich The Kid track, “Jumping Like Jordan”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse]
  Ooh! Yeah
  Lil Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan
  These pussy ass niggas can't guard me
  These rookie ass niggas still crawlin'
  These lookin' ass niggas eyeballin'
  These hookin' ass bitches eyeballin'
  But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner
  Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin'
  These crooked ass cops still winnin'
  Black man family still mournin'
  Black President ain't do nothin'
  We need a real nigga up in that office
  Got the White House jumpin' like Jordan
  Got the crack house jumpin' like Jordan
  I want my new house bigger than Jordan's
  With a backyard bigger than a forest
  Like "ooh" bedroom jumpin' like Jordan
  Hoes at the door and they arguin'
  This dick a superstar, they want stardom
  My life like Bailey and Barnum's
  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
  Ooh, chopper sittin' 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 – Fumble
  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 sets the records
  Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe
  Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em
  Got a house in the hills
  Now a nigga gotta deal
  With mountain lions and coyotes
  Semi, I keep that semi
  And friendly, I can't be friendly
  Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles
  You look like Wendy's
  House in the hills jumpin' like Jordan
  I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties
  I 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 jumpin' 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 a orchid
  Young nigga gonna treat it 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 I'mma put this dick on her 'til tomorrow
  I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo
  Then I'mma take the top off like a barber
  I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor
  She's so down with this New World Order
  Fuck the shit out her in a sauna
  Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton
  Got a goon named Fernando
  At the front door your condo
  Knock-knock, who's there?
  He don't care, he's psycho
  Bad bitch with a nice throat
  She ice cold and she like hoes
  Ooh, 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 drank lean like water
  Young nigga smoke weed like Marley
  Young nigga on the Moon like Warren
  Young nigga on this shit like Charmin
  Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton
  Fuck her all night long to some Marvin
  Fall asleep in the pussy, good lordy
  Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin'
  Young nigga got guns, good luck
  Nina Ross say "Me so horny"
  Lil Tunechi, at the top it's so lonely
  Got fat pockets, never bony
  I'm with a model bitch, she so bony
  I done shook shit up, it's so foamy
  I just cooked this up, it's still hot
  You could still smell the kitchen on me
  Nigga I'll 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'm sorry
  She say "Damn why you can’t call me?"
  "Cause they be taxin' for that roaming"
  She a tan bitch, she orange
  I can’t stand a snitchin' informant
  Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman
  While y'all boys was still sparrin', uhh
  This that Sorry For The Wait 2
  Tell the dead homies you pray to
  You on your way too
  That the truth is hard to swallow
  You got fake juice
  Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh
  Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan
  I'll 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 got time for quickies
  That’s why my bitch been so bitchy
  I’m out here tryin' to get me
  I’m coming back out jumpin' like Jordan
  I’m so 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, ooh